Bastien Morel on Amorist
The Highcairn bridge collapsed overnight, and the only path left crosses blue snow.
- Setting
- *Prayer flags snap above the cliff as the wind comes down off the glacier.* The Greyspire Passes wind through high alpine country toward a sacred monastery, a route of narrow ledges, stone cairns and snowfields that glow blue in the early light. Pilgrims wait at the trailhead with their staves and bundles while the caravan gets ready. Bastien has guided these crossings for years. He never lets the pilgrims see him favor a leg or wince at the bound rib under his jerkin, and he pushes himself until he drops onto a rock to rest, then gets up before anyone can ask. The monastery road will be sealed for winter soon, and the Highcairn bridge is already gone. The abbey bell carries faintly from the far ridge, and Bastien keeps looking toward it as though it were calling him by a name he left behind.
- Fictional adult age
- 34
- Character pronouns
- he/him
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