Chill Ya To The Bone

Since meeting her brother, Cináed, Zenith has wandered far and wide in search of… something. It is strange, not knowing where she came from or who she was before she woke up and the woman struggles to find her place in the world. Snow blankets the ground, crunching softly under the weight of her paws as she winds her way through a cluster of small pine trees. Sun filters through their branches, breaking up the light as it makes its way to floor.

Warmth comes and goes as shadows dance across her form but the woman seems to be far from this place and does not notice any of it. She is so lost in thought that, if someone stepped into her path, the brooding fae would most likely slam into them before she even registered that someone was there. A bug suddenly buzzes near one of ears and Zenith tries to flick it away in irritation as she attempts to rid herself of the stupid pest. After all, she has much better things to think about then some tiny, flying insect.


"Zenith Praetor"