When the first breath of winter through the flowers is icing
And you look to the north and a pale moon is rising
And you look to the north and a pale moon is rising
The rain drifted gently through the boughs of the trees, covering the forest in a light shimmer, coating the leaves in droplets that winked whenever the light touched them. It was faint, a soft mist that blurred the edges of your vision like a dream, and as the day waned it lessened to a fuzzy haze. It turned the forest a dreamy grey color, but Vaella didn't mind. Her old home had lived in a place where storms sometimes had stretched for days on end, where there was a boundless amount of sky went on forever. When it rained there it was cold and harsh, and the skies split open with lightning and rolled with thunder. It was different here. More peaceful. And she was finding she preferred it.
Her tan hooves made only gentle thumps along the soft earthen ground, and she tilted her sloped muzzle to regard the tree tops that filtered the weak sunlight that drifted in. In her long travels to these lands she had seen all kinds of new and interesting sights, and it excited her to the core. All the sight that she hadn't yet seen, all the information she was yet to learn about these new places, it made her skin tingle and her heart race. With a smile she trotted on, the scales along her neck arching along her back as she weaved through the trees.
As the haze lifted it left beads of water glistening along her cream colored hide. It wasn't long before she came across a gently flowing stream; it was clear, the fish beneath its surface flicking here and there like tiny silver arrows. Vaella was about to dip her head to take a drink when, out of all things, a flower caught her eye. It arched out of a bush, its flower a bright, fiery red, dappled in the center with bright oranges and yellows. It wasn't anything like the flora she had seen on the fields of her homeland, and a small smile tilted up the corner of her mouth. It was the first of one of the many discoveries she would find in this new land, she was sure.
"speaking"
Her tan hooves made only gentle thumps along the soft earthen ground, and she tilted her sloped muzzle to regard the tree tops that filtered the weak sunlight that drifted in. In her long travels to these lands she had seen all kinds of new and interesting sights, and it excited her to the core. All the sight that she hadn't yet seen, all the information she was yet to learn about these new places, it made her skin tingle and her heart race. With a smile she trotted on, the scales along her neck arching along her back as she weaved through the trees.
As the haze lifted it left beads of water glistening along her cream colored hide. It wasn't long before she came across a gently flowing stream; it was clear, the fish beneath its surface flicking here and there like tiny silver arrows. Vaella was about to dip her head to take a drink when, out of all things, a flower caught her eye. It arched out of a bush, its flower a bright, fiery red, dappled in the center with bright oranges and yellows. It wasn't anything like the flora she had seen on the fields of her homeland, and a small smile tilted up the corner of her mouth. It was the first of one of the many discoveries she would find in this new land, she was sure.
"speaking"
@Isorath <3
