Among the Reindeer: Fantasy

It was important to leave the hut, to walk over snow that crunched under her reindeer-hide boots, to move among the herd, to breath air so cold it cut her lungs like a knife. It was important to squint at the winter sun and the dazzle of whiteness over the land. These things were all important, all necessary if she wished to remain connected and allowed in the land, if she wished to not have her hide hut blown over and the winter wind rush down to freeze her to death, if she wished not to have the ice crack beneath her feet and dump her into the death waters, if she wished to not have the reindeer leave and let her be alone and stranded and dying slowly in her hut. She just wished it was easier to make the wizard understand this.


Inspiration: Pondering what to do on my break from baby and house.
Story Potential: Medium.
Notes: There's some possibility here, but I haven't formed it/grasped it properly.