ambrosia

It was almost the twilight hours. Edelweiss stepped until she could not any longer. Finally settling for the night, she began to scout the Orchard for a suitable place to rest. There were wide open spaces between each tree, with rotted fruit under the snow she could smell. Her nose twitched at the rancid yet citrus scent. The silvery girl closed the distance easily, her long legs carrying her forward. She stopped near the centre of the location.

Her eyes flickered over the location.

They took in the scene, the still of winter. Between two roots, she would be safe and warm. She began to settle at the base of the fruit tree before she paused. Just as she bundled herself, movement caught her eye. But the girl didn't flinch. She watched as the white shape came closer and closer. Did they see her? Or were they just passing by? It wouldn't matter in the end. He would eventually. Because she was not moving from her spot.

It was a good and acceptable place to sleep. Perhaps if he was kind, she would consider sharing. Edelweiss didn't need nor want trouble, but she'd snarl all the same if someone backed her into a corner. It was nature, after all, to defend oneself from trouble.