03-31-2021, 07:10 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-04-2021, 07:08 AM by Salene. Edited 1 time in total.)
— @Stjörnuáti
^^Salene had trekked for a few days content with the fact that Winterheart was solid. She'd gotten the impression that the woman would love it and tend to it as she had. There was a feeling there that was good - wholesome in a sense. Salene didn't remember the last time she'd seen Winterheart. There was still the part of her that was drawn North. Years in the snow and ice had hardened her to a point that her joints had been frozen shut it felt like. The Ostara was heading that call - the sirens song was drawing her further and further. She drew in a deep breath of mountain air and admired it for a moment.
Evening was drawing closer and the sun had already started to set. Her mismatched eyes trailed across the mountain range and the sharp way it cut the sky. The stars must have been amazing there - so clear and open. Another deep breath and she could near taste it. As much as she'd been raised in the Forests and the trees, the North had meant freedom - and she could near taste it.^^
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