The Siberian Ice Maiden and the Scythian World

14 2 Share Asana lay on her back outside her tent, looking up. The grass beneath her was smashed flat and shorn by the grazing teeth and hooves of the herds: horses, sheep, and cattle. Above her, wisps of cloud left scant trails across an otherwise clear sky, driven by the slightest summer breeze. The stars seemed particularly beautiful to her tonight, shining bright and clear on the open stage granted them by the dark of a new moon.