They were "Burya-Runners," hunters who lived for the storm. In their tongue, Burya was the Living Gale, a legendary blizzard said to carry the spirits of the old world.
Ganco knelt, his breath hitching in the sudden warmth of the eye. He harvested only what was needed, whispering a prayer of thanks to the Burya. Andi sat vigil, his amber eyes reflecting the celestial glow. ganco_andi_burya
The journey back was a blur of exhaustion and freezing spray, but the blue light tucked inside Ganco’s coat kept him warm. When they finally descended into the valley, the storm broke, leaving behind a world draped in pristine, silent white. They were "Burya-Runners," hunters who lived for the storm
Most would flee, but Ganco strapped on his leather goggles and checked the seals on Andi’s harness. Legends spoke of the Heart of the Gale , a pocket of absolute calm at the center of the storm where rare, glowing frost-flowers grew. These flowers were the only cure for the sleeping sickness ravaging the lowland villages. He harvested only what was needed, whispering a