Overture Downs and only she can make it right

Sable made the decision, with mourning still in his heart, to not travel back to the Shadewood until he was more fun to be around. Saying goodbye had turned him back into a morose creature, who only wanted to be alone until everything stopped feeling like too much.

So, he went the opposite way, because logic.

It was at least pretty here, he thought as he plodded across what would be a meadow if the snow wasn’t still on the ground. Hen sat astride his shoulders, hiding from the cold by forging a nest in his fur. He didn’t blame it one bit. He’d be hiding in someone else’s fur given the chance.

The young man found a tree to lean against for a moment, then he sank to the ground against it. Hen chirped at him a few times, but allowed it.

Across the pristine white, Sable stared.