All That Glitters

*Aranya* · 12-14-2013, 12:58 PM

Aranya had never seen a willow tree quite so tall. It's trunk was wide than she was long, and it's roots were a gnarled, sturdy web that extended for lengths in all directions. It seemed to sit on an island of sorts, nestled among the streams and creeks that now sat frozen. She could imagine that when the world heated once more than would trickle and gurgle, but for now they sat silent, awaiting the return of the sun. As for Aranya, she lay nestled into the arms of the root mass. She had found a certain formatino just at the tree's base that seemed as if it had grown just for her. She sat comfortably, paws crossed, looking up at the branches above her, dancing in the cold wind.

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