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With a quite arrival, the babe slipped into this new world idly and yet cautious to her surroundings, without much cause nor need for fanfare. Cast adrift, the sway and shift of sinew drew her much like a ghost against a wintry backdrop. By the very grace and illumination of the moon, her traversing was not laborious, far from troubled. She came much in the way smoke rose between the charred veins of smoldering wood and ember. Tidal in her movements across the windy scenery, somewhat of what one may call a glissade. Without ill-intent, she'd chosen to avoid company and other forms of companionship in order to cast her gaze to heavens and register in her scholar mind the movements of the clouds. She decided to start here, where her leaf compass took her, in the North parts of Boreas, and slowly follow the course back home, in the Eastern side, where the weather was warmer. The babe would move in the way jungle cats do, in a low prowl ushered by muffled steps of soft leathered pads in order to make sure she won't trip along the terrain as her pomegranate optics were cast upon the sky. Shuffle and sway, shuffle and sway -- and there, there off yonder awaited the gaping, yawning wound stretched against the earth's surface. Time passed slowly, the clouds almsot making her dizzy in their slow but sure movements as the wind drifted them away. What are clouds made of anyway? she questioned her own self, Maybe they are made of cotton. she replied to herself out-loud this time. How do they move? They must be lighter than air but that is just impossible. the babe continued to wonder and question the possibilities in a low, almost inaudible voice, sweet to the ear, sweeter than honey, that flow like a river towards the outside world. Could it be that there is an appointed God that I did not heard of that moves them at-- BAM! BANG! BUFF! In only a split second the babe was on her rear, a deep pain surrounding her thin muzzle. Goddamnit! she spatted venemously, a teacup paw reaching to rub at her snout. She blinked once, she blinked twice and she could not believe it. She hit.....Ice? she questioned in surprised, both her brows rose incredulously. Before her stands a enormous pillar of ice that spreads towards the sky, further than she was able to see due to the close distance.


Hear my voice

come with me where the moon is made of gold