what do you do with a sober sailor?
Fertile
10-03-2021, 05:54 PM
Snowflakes came down in droves. What had started as a wintry mix was now the first true storm of the season. Theory had completed a wider patrol of the eastern coast after hearing reports of strange weather activity and odd behavior in prey animals. There was something in the air that had everyone on edge, herself included. As she loped towards Firefly Lake to give it a quick look and then circle back towards Abaven territory, the strangest thing began to happen. The storm began to part before her, as if she was suddenly under cover from the thickest forest canopy. Theory slowed to a stop and craned her head to stare up at the sky. Stars winked back at her from between the parted clouds above. A stripe of darkest night stretched behind her, crystal clear and uninterrupted by the storm that raged at either side of her. Taking a deep breath and trying to quell her racing heart, she continued on through the eye of the storm. It was more like a passage. Leading straight towards the lake. Theory flattened her ears against her head as she made her way towards the lake's shore. When she arrived, the passage opened up into the true eye of the winter storm: the entire lake. On all sides of the lake, it looked like the storm was being held back by a thin pane of ice. She sat down slowly to marvel at it. Was it a miracle? Or something more sinister? After their months and months of never-ending winter, it seemed like miracle and sinister seemed to go hand in hand. |
