Moonspear the secret face within the tapestry

In the sky above where twilight had long set, thin clouds streaked across the sky. At times the faint moonlight sent the snow and frost glittering, but mostly the nighttime orb seemed ominous rather than enchanting. The winter had turned bitterly cold, with biting winds thay foretold more snow to come; he could almost smell it, up there in the climes.

The sound of nails across stone ahead drew his attention away and ahead to a dark figure making their way into the springs. Hydra. His steps did not pick up in pace; he made his way to the damp landing idly. Curiosity spread onto his features as he drew her in, a breathy chuff punctuated the ambience the minute waterfalls provided. He would not join her yet, respectfully holding his distance as he maneuvered along the slick stones.