This is the first short snippet from my story, it's more of an excerpt, but the future chapters will be longer than this. Anyways thanks for taking a look guys!
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"Sharp winds sliced through the mountain caps, animals retreated from the harsh snowstorm into their homes. The trees bend slightly with the winds constant shoving, snow falling off their branches and becoming one with the white powder that already existed below. No light came from the sky, the clouds hung heavy and thick, blocking any form of light to slip through. A torch flickered between the tree trunks, the flame dancing back and forth as a figure made their way through the snowy woods. They were trailed by a small figure, who struggled with walking through the deep snow. There was a worn trail in the snow from where they had come, though the storm threatened to fill it back in, removing any easy tracking.
"The smaller figure pushed ahead a little ways and reached out grabbing onto the others arm and yanking slightly. Their hand pointing towards an overhang in the rock ahead of them. A quick nod from the taller as they strode through the snow to the alcove. The overhang had kept most of the snow out of its shelter, though some still lingered here and there as the wind sent small flurries in. The smaller walked to the thinnest section of snow and rubbed their boot back and forth a few times to clear and area before sitting down and taking their pack off their back. The snaps made a soft click as the bag was opened and some kindling was dug out and placed in the brushed off ground. A small huff came from her as she reached up and pulled the fur lined hood down, her breath coming out in the little white cloud.
"How many pieces of firewood did you have left?" she asked glancing towards the taller who had made their way over to her.
"three and a half of the log from yesterday" The deeper voice answered her.
A thump on the ground followed the larger pack, hands moving to unstrap the logs that were tied to it. She watched momentarily before looking back at the kindling and casting a simple flame spell to get the fire started. Only once it seemed to be burning adequately did she motion for the other to put the logs on the fire.
"We will need to gather more tomorrow if the storm lets up" The taller said as he took a seat next to the girl. He reached up, lifting the battered iron helmet and setting it aside. Long dark strands of hair were tied up with a worn piece of leather, keeping it tidy during travel. "Any idea on if this will be gone by tomorrow morning?" He asked barely looking at his traveling companion as he placed his hands over the fire to dry out the soaked fabric.
"It's hard to tell, being this high into the hills, the storm could linger longer" her hands went back to her lap as she watched the flames flick about the small alcove, their light casting faint shadows that danced quickly with the occasional wind.
There was an annoyed sigh from the other as he took the gloves off and set the aside on the ground to dry quicker. His large frame shifted as he got more comfortable next to the fire.
"If it doesn't lift we will still be moving on tomorrow, we just won't be able to collect wood. Your fire spells will need to be ready for that" He grumbled looking at the fire and then towards the girl, her lack of response signaling her clear distraction. "Ylva."
She lifted her head and blinked a few times before nodding and readjusting her thick fur lined robes.
"Understood Oren, I won't let you go cold" Ylva looked at her pack and reached over to the side, wiping some of the melting snow from the front of her lute. The worn face of the instrument still had the faintest colors of blue and red where it hadn't been handled to the point of rubbing off.
"There should be a number of barrows scatted around up here though" She said looking out towards the white landscape, the falling snow simply blending into everything else around it.
"Might find some scatted bandit groups in them, I could gather some bounties from the jarl in Markarth" Oren said shoving his pack under his head and closing his eyes. "keep watch tonight, can't have hunger starved wolves stalking up on us while I sleep" He said gruffly, it was not an unusual tone and was answered with the silent nod from the girl.
Without another sound from him, the larger fell asleep, the soft crackling of the fire being the only thing now keeping the alcove from being entirely silent. Ylva sat there, following her duty as the watch, her eyes trained between the snowy world beyond and the warmth keeping them alive.