Weather the Storm or let it Rage

She’d found her paws leading her to this place again. It was the dead of night when she finally found herself stepping out into the courtyard. It was another rough moment—a time where the control over that bottled pain in her chest slipped.

She figured that perhaps it was the onset of her fourth year, and thus her season and all its attributed symptoms with it, that led to the lessened control. It was frigid up here, but as she passed into the deep black of the temple, seeking the peace, she slid into the fountain and sank to the bottom, up to her ears as she rested her chin on the stone ledge.

The water was as glacial as the air outside, but she remained submerged, fur spread in a glowing miasma around her, lifted by the water. She never had managed to figure out any connection to what had started the mutation, though she wondered if it was the glowing lake in the north.

Her eyes closed, ears taking over as she sought to work through the searing grief and irrational anger in her chest, fighting the storm back to its bottle.



Wordcount: 195 (Just in case it turns into a seasonal thread)

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think