Season: Winter

Weather: Lightly snowing, water unfrozen but still ice cold. Night.




Mira yawned, pale yellow eyes becoming meer slits from the force of her exhaustion. She was so tired... She traveled quite a bit over the past few days, pushing herself for reasons even she didn't know. She has no where to be. She doesn't need to be in a hurry. But for some odd reason, she is.



The wolf shook the gathering snow off her pelt, rising to her paws. At the very least she should find shelter from the snow. While it didn't pose much of a threat, waking with one's body covered in snow was not a pleasant experience. Even if it did keep you warm. Another yawn escaped her maw as she stared out across the lake. Little lights, zipping around. So many. So many flew near her. It made her want to zip around just like them, but she couldn't. Too tired but too fascinated

The Winter months had become something that Fal'dara would actually classify as unpleasant, and for her, that was quite the feat. Regardless, even in the winter months (and with being bogged down by the cold) she found that the winter was positively beautiful. If she could find a way to view it from a distance she would be far happier. Perhaps if she left Alacritis during the winter months? A silly notion. She wouldn't leave again. The dim smile faded completely from her face as she picked up on the scent of another -a woman- and she immediately turned on her feet to find out what she was up against.

A short yowl sound poured past her lips calling ut to her mysterious visitor. Though, then again, she supposed that she might be the visitor. Perhaps this was the girl's home, and Fal'dara's home was Ludicael. Maybe they were both visitors and guests in the others' company. Regardless, she had once against believed that no harm could befall her as she summoned the attention of another woman and pardoned the consequences.

Her head swiveled sharply as the yowl reached her ears. Mira stared for a moment, silent. Evaluating whether the wolf was a threat or not. Well, the dark woman hadn't attacked yet, and she let Mira know she was there. A tiny yip left her jaws, followed by a short wag of the tail, signalling that she too was peaceful

Another yawn escaped, and she shook her head. Sleep. She needed sleep. As much as she needed somewhere to sleep. "Hello, stranger," Mira murmured, stretching her forelegs in a stretch. "Do you happen to know any good place to rest?" Hopefully, she would, so Mira would then be able to get some rest. And hopefully, the stranger wouldn't insist on chatting for a while.

"Speech"
'thoughts'