The weather was changing, but that didn't bother Spot. Rather, she was relieved for the reprieve from what she considered to be stifling heat; her winter pelt had started growing in some time ago, and the sudden bout of snow made her feel much more at home.
She was on the outskirts of the forest - the only place where the snow could actually reach the ground. Everything had melted away already, but the huntress stood in the icy slush anyway, thinking of home and of all that had passed. Why am I here? she asked herself, but as ever, her subconscious refused to respond. Sunspot had never been one for introspection. It went against the Sameth ways. Perhaps this was what had driven Grayday from them so long ago - he was a thinker if she'd ever known one.
"Born of cold and winter air and mountain rain combining," Spot sang, hoping to push away such intrusive thoughts. "This icy force, both foul and fair, has a frozen heart worth finding..."
If she'd been at home right now, others would have been singing with her. It was customary to greet the season's changes with songs, even if her mother had been the only one to appreciate the lore of it. The rest of them had simply enjoyed the sound, and the feeling of coming together. But no voices joined her, then, and she let the tune fade to silence, not having the heart to continue.
She was on the outskirts of the forest - the only place where the snow could actually reach the ground. Everything had melted away already, but the huntress stood in the icy slush anyway, thinking of home and of all that had passed. Why am I here? she asked herself, but as ever, her subconscious refused to respond. Sunspot had never been one for introspection. It went against the Sameth ways. Perhaps this was what had driven Grayday from them so long ago - he was a thinker if she'd ever known one.
"Born of cold and winter air and mountain rain combining," Spot sang, hoping to push away such intrusive thoughts. "This icy force, both foul and fair, has a frozen heart worth finding..."
If she'd been at home right now, others would have been singing with her. It was customary to greet the season's changes with songs, even if her mother had been the only one to appreciate the lore of it. The rest of them had simply enjoyed the sound, and the feeling of coming together. But no voices joined her, then, and she let the tune fade to silence, not having the heart to continue.
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ten thousand miles from - by Sunspot of Round Valley - November 04, 2017, 01:50 PM
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