Winters Frost
Mal
05-13-2020, 07:53 PM
Even more than the sea, the young woman loved coming to the willows. In the warmer seasons, the overarching roots and swaying tendrils made for a forest with a hundred secret places. Even a "normal" woods with spruce or oak trees could only fill up the forest so much. Here, though, she could dart inside the hidden caverns underneath the roots of the willow, bask in a patch of sunlight, or doze surrounded by a curtain of gently undulating willow tendrils.
It was peaceful, but it was less so when winter's grip got a hold of the place. While some of the trees were rich in orange and red tones, many of them were bare thanks to the current season. Still, a few rivulets continued to stream free beneath the roots, not yet frozen but icy cold when she bent down to take a few mouthfuls. As she lifted her head, licking away the droplets, she spied a dark figure further into the trees, nipping up some herbs.
"Hello!" she blurted out. The yearling, if she could still call herself that, bundled over to the female, waving a tail of pure friendliness. "What are you gathering, if you don't mind me asking?"
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