Mineraleater

 The windswept snow blew Sonya's long white hair with it, causing it to whip freely in the air but she paid it little mind. Swaddled as she was in her rich clothing there was little the cold could do besides chill her face and as the snow struck her cheek and and chilled it she instead found it refreshing rather than unpleasant. She surveyed the snowy landscape before her, the shifting drifts of the white dunes unreadable to anyone not accustomed to their movements. Her people had been here in the tundra for generations, living as they did with the woolly beasts that inhabited it. They had remained unchallenged in their homeland now for cent