Fairspell Meadow the fear has gripped me but here i go

@Cephaloryn spree?

It was time. The changes within Diaspora and her discontent continued only to grow. She was on the lookout now, but the terrain around the mountains did not captivate the woman, and she knew she soon would need to summon her children and embark further—shedding Diaspora from her skin and name. The idea was painful in many ways—yet suffocating in others.

The meadow was barren this day. Flurries coated her honey white pelt while a stark and exotic gaze looked beyond. Searching—she just didn’t quite know what for just yet.

It was easy to stride without care in the meadow. His only barrier was snow and wind. It seemed to always make others hard to spot. If their pale coats reflected light it was hard to differ from sun shining off of snow. He thought of the moonlight maiden who had found herself stuck in a snow drift. Except this one was honey-toned, warm in the cold.

He wondered if he had been spotted yet. His slight trotting pace would slow to a halt. Then carefully — softly — he would let out a small whuff.