Blackbeak Bluff bon temps

Though the chill in the air seemed greater along the coast than it would elsewhere, she’d stuck close to the area since arriving there. It was nothing like home—in fact, it was the opposite—but perhaps that was what kept her there, needing to get as far from what she knew as she could in order to rebuild herself. Besides, the land there was so incredibly different that her curiosity remained piqued even weeks after she’d arrived there; she wanted to explore and learn, to better her understanding of the world. Her desire for knowledge made her less cautious, too, pushing her past her limits—and nearly over the literal edge of the cliffs. Whilst trampling through the snow she’d been oblivious and her perspective hindered by the white but, thank Draco, she’d caught herself just in time.

With her heart racing a mile a minute the girl stumbled back before falling down onto her stomach, eyes wide and staring blankly. The realisation of what could have happened set in and yet, for a reason she could not place, she found herself drawn forward; this call she did not answer, body frozen where it laid, but that did not make it go away. So caught up was she in her mind that the crunching of snow underfoot fell on deaf ears, the phantom’s nearing presence yet to be noticed.