What Might Have Been

Upon hearing the sharp whistles of the slender sea creature, the fae padded upon the scene, her small and delicate paws making prints in the yellow, grainy snowish substance. She had been wandering a while now, and took great notice of the once familiar and soft, white snow turning into a more warmer and coarser texture. Her pale blue orbs traced the outlines of both females before her. The fae's large, bushy gray tail flickered from side to side as she took time to process the situation. The bright sun was already causing her to pant from her thick fur both reflecting and absorbing the heat.

"U-um," the shy fae stuttered. "Wh-What is that thing? It makes a-an awful lot of n-noise." The fae shifted her paws nervously. She didn't really enjoy talking to strangers much but her curiosity got the best of her.