Revenge Along The War Trail

Cutty walked around the stone pit to where the Old One was sitting sideways to the fire. She was a small woman with gleaming silver hair, and in the firelight, stars appeared to be dancing on top of her head. "It must be the reflection of the fire," Cutty thought to himself. As he looked into her eyes, there was no discernible color that he could see. They had a translucent quality, and they were looking right into his soul.