spin, twirl, dance!
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07-20-2022, 04:54 PM
Winter’s chill still clung to the landscape, as if Spring simply wasn’t an option. This was expected this far north, but Sybil found herself missing summer. This was strange, as warm weather would become hell for her and her thick coat, but she missed being able to bathe without catching a cold. Besides, she had yet to see this world awake. She had not been doing well lately. While she tried to pull her weight as was required, she could not deny the feeling of isolation. Which again was strange, considering she’d been by herself all winter. Amidst all these new and welcoming wolves, she had never felt more alone. It agitated her, and soon the whistling of the gorge felt more like incessant screaming in her ear. She needed to get away, to talk to someone who’d listen. She followed Wren to the lake. The fisherwoman had been able to knock some sense into her before, and she hoped she might be able to do it again. Fitting, to seek your leader for life advice. It seemed most appropriate. A blur of honey browns across the lake snapped the girl out of her introspection, and she stood, mouth agape, as said leader slid on the ice sheet, clearly having the time of her life. What on earth was she doing? And a tiny part of her wanted to ask if she could join in. ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ |