I’m The One Who Caves Under Pressure

*Aranea* · (This post was last modified: 07-18-2018, 06:35 PM by Aranea.)

Location: Weeping woods
OOC: Placing this just at the end of winter

The seasons were cooling in Auster, the lakes and ponds slowly but surely rising in her observations. Branch's supplies had for sure helped her and her pack for the rest of the dreaded season, and she couldn't thank him enough personally.

As she came up from the Bifrost, a thick layer of snow and ice made it a difficult trek to a more northern area than where the two originally met, the slow heating of spring causing the snow to melt and the surface barely strong enough to hold Aranea's tiny body afloat. She fell through multiple times, unfortunately not something she could help as she were born as this little creature. Her face showed it all in each step she popped through the surface, as if her life was flashing through her eyes.

But all was well as she saw the weeping trees and attempting to make her way to a path left by a few traveling wolves. She wouldn't wait long once entering the woods too let out a semi-howl, more like a low call for her friend that may have even gone unheard. No matter, he'd probably sense she was here anyway.

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