Bramblepoint It would come right back to you

@Horosk

The Little Voice has been nonexistent recently. Her mind seems deafeningly silent. The world is strangely imbalanced without her usual insanity. 

The silence presses on her ears even in the forest where birds twitter and small animals scamper. Even with the trickling of the creeks and the background hum of life going on around her, Liri cannot stand the silence. 

The winter sprite moves beyond the pack lands. The fear that had kept her hunched and cautious the last time she ventured beyond Sebastian's lands is not present. In its place is alertness, wisdom. 

The world is dangerous. She has seen it; she has survived it. No more can be done to her. 

Liri finds herself in the tangled forest, now reborn with fresh greens and the prospect of a bountiful summer.

The pale nymph tilts her head back as a spring drizzle begins to fall from the sky; her eyes shut in pleasure.

 She is at peace.