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When she woke the woman found the light that flooded the windowed room was muted, still dark with a lazy Sun’s late rise. She has sat at her table of papers and pencils, thinking over another project. For a month she had been working with the anatomy of her species, again and again looking in a large mirror that she had dragged into her room and drawing her figure, yet the woman could not master certain parts. With sleep in her eyes Mati dangled a pencil above a fresh piece of paper and yawed.
She let it fall with a small tap, and then moved to the windows. Purple eyes looked out to the a world new. Snow had fallen that night, and with it the flakes had brought a new palette of colors. With the sun’s rise the ground had erupted into a fierily blaze of yellow and tinges of red. She had to squint against the gleam, and felt awake and inspired as she looked at the icy layers of her backyard. Mati walked through the room, heading for the door and picking a stripped scarf from a hook along the way.
The tall wolfess stood in the calf deep fluff and stared out into the white wonderland that nature had created. Her home was so suddenly changed, and she was finally old enough to appreciate every small snowflake and every new hue that been lost until now. The snow brought blue to the world where brown of Fall had dominated. In the shadows of a snow drift she noticed the purples where the last green grasses had lived. The scarf fluttered in a light wind, though the warmth of the newborn Sun had settled sweetly on her back while purple eyes wandered as she imagined such a scene on a fresh piece of canvas.
By Erin<33