Overture Downs i know that you want one more night

for @Whittaker

an array of colors decorate the evening sky—brushes of pink and blue and orange mesh together, an oil painting. makes for a pretty picture, with reflective snow covering the slopes of overture downs.
a slender, dark figure pauses to admire it, a breath taken—seeking a brief moment of peace that doesn’t linger long, even if alamar desires it does. he’s never been good at chasing it. instead he ends up ensnared in a web, too complex to find the exit and pull loose. the spider is gonna get him eventually.
he drops his head back, sniffing and shoveling through snow, in a search of herbs that might’ve survived the not-sudden snow.