one way or another

Winter seemed to only strengthen and deepen the silence that dominated the forest. Despite it's slumber, the blanketed wood still teemed with old magick that remained alive and well. It spoke to Adora, and drew the young woman deep into the heart of the timber to a choked clearing where the stars were visible and the moon shone down vibrantly enough to make the snow shimmer.

She took a deep breath, and exhaled smoke that hung stubbornly in the frigid air. Variegated eyes watched their God as she mulled over her predicament with her blonde-haired sweetheart. It seemed things were to be difficult, but wasn't love worth fighting for?

Adora began to dig, punching through the icy shell and shoveling in big scooping motions. She needed to reach dirt, needed to know what Mother had to say about this. Because her heart was burning and every answer seemed wrong and she did not know why.