She had been walking for such a long time. So far that the scenery had changed dramatically several times. The only thing that looked the same as where she started was the gleaming sun. The cloudless morning had looked promising from within the manor’s closed doors, but it was only a tease of the spring to come. The air was still ice cold, and the young fey needed to keep moving if she hope to stay warm. Large round paws moved over rolling hills and through thick grasses plains until the forest appeared.
Slowing, she entered uneasily. The further she ventured, the easier it became, though the trees shadowed her path and blocked the suns direct gaze. Mati liked to have him at her back, knowing that he was helping to scare the darkness away as she explored the unknown. She had gained miles of courage as she grew, but the large pup still wasn’t fearless. The tall creatures swayed in the winter’s heavy wind, tapping fingers and bumping limbs. Violet eyes looked to the sky, wondering if the noises were just that of the rooted beasts, or if there was something else hidden in the wood.
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