Fox's Glade oh guard the pounding sound

@Indra <3

there was a change in mona.
tindome had brought her only restlessness — nathaniel she adored but found herself seeking her own company these days. perhaps it was a tinge of boredom; a sprinkling of grief. whatever cup had passed before the girl had left its bitter taste upon her lips. her scarlet pelt glowed in stark relief against the expanse of a snowbound meadow; the little mayfair lifted her chin and closed her eyes against the kissing bite of the frigid air.
it had been the work of several hours, ones that blended into one another, for mona to find her way to escape the stone walls that guarded the vale. but when she had extricated herself, the girl had sidestepped sunspire and found her way down into the reaches of a valley.
and here now she stood, perhaps a bit stupidly given her coloration, but undaunted all the same. and yet there was such a despair in her as she looked back toward the stone teeth where tindome lay guarded.