Our Place

Winter has fallen upon the land, spreading from the cool tips of the continent to the warmest regions. Snow was feared by some, enjoyed by some; for Silent, snow was a joy in her life. As she walked through the cold and icy regions of the North, she could not help but return to where it all started. The woods was where she had encountered Bronze many times over; she definitely hoped Fate would help her again.

By now, she was almost her full height and weight, with some growth required in some small, but important places. Her eyes were brighter, her walk was more steady, and her overall clumsiness was almost gone. She searched with open eagerness for a whiff of his cologne or a flash of blue and gold. Her nose wiggled in delight when she finally caught him and as she approached him, all possible shyness faded as her smile grew and her tail slowly wagged. “Bronze,” she happily greeted, her excitement laced in his name.