Blackfeather Woods the rains of castamere

The way the forest was changing had sparked a jubilant curiosity within the shade-eyed Apaata. The way the fog spread across the land, making his eye-sight limited brought him stimulated him, for the unexpected was all around him at every moment. He could feel, hear smell it creeping up on him, and touring the shadows, blending in with his surroundings to avoid the demons in the mist was as thrilling as a game could get.

His laughter, ever present, resounded through the forest in a characteristic way. Keelut had brought an eerie light to the dark woods with his birth, for his brothers and sister all had their own dull way to traverse it.

A shadow brought Keelut down to a halt. He swore he'd seen it walk right past him, and he was sure he'd just missed a chance to catch it. Imagine that, becoming the owner of yet another shadow, master it on his own. He would become grand, monumental. Pale like his surroundings, the secondborn stalked behind it, slithering his way over his path as he struggled to keep his laughter under control.