Eight days into her journey she came to an old battle site. A lithic arboreal of branchless quartz trunks like the polished columns of some sacked acropolis. The grounds extended two miles and the miles were littered with a regiment's worth of bones and shattered discs of araucaria bred for those cold climes, those high heights.
She coursed through the dusty bonework relieving the dead of their clothes, removing their boots in search of preserved socks. She turned out pouch and pocket for their artifacts. She found a calculus of a doll head and komodo bones and a shard from a luopan. She pulled a rucksack off an operator suited in power armor and opened its main compartment to find lady's undergarments which she tossed aside only to find more. Indeed it was packed and soon the air was full of a vibrant rain of satin casimoles and black bodices and cream gossamer corsets with silk lacing and purple thongs and ecclesiastic fishnets and gothic tangas each article flung aloft with increasi