Day 7 of my drabble-a-day challenge. Here is today’s drabble:

Dark Fashion

My lady's shadow lay discarded on the chair. The shadows the seller pulled from his sack shuddered and twisted, but my lady shrugged.

"Too boring. Too tame."

"A bear?"

"Too bulky."

"A lion?"

"The Viscountess has a lion."

When my lady finally left, the shadow of a northern moonwolf flowed unwillingly behind her. She scurried to display it at the salons.

This winter, the fashion is visiting the Ice Palaces.

That is my country. I will show my lady the ice path, oh yes. Somewhere out there is a moonwolf without a shadow. And it is angry, so angry...

Today I have been out hiking in the trackless wilds of the Chilterns. It’s an area of the country I always think of as being quite flat: this is unfair, there are definite hills to be had.

I stood on a chalk edge, watching the shadows of clouds racing across the farmland below me. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen that in south-east England before.