Broken Antler Fen not the needle, nor the thread, the lost decree

the sky was bedecked in veils of orange and pink, shifting in the great expanse of the above. cold settled heavy over the wetland, and the flame navigated the lakes firm in the knowledge that the ice would hold firm beneath her. ears were perked atop her head, and her gaze swept the shadowed expanse with a learned wariness. she paused where she stood, a flicker of movement against the shifting expanse of the heavens drawing her gaze. it was a dove; plump and fluttering as it strained against the gravity that sought to keep it grounded. it gained momentum slowly, and she watched it still as it moved off through the trees, silhouetted against the sun. gaze fell earthward once more, and the flame blinked away the dizzying spots that hung over her optics, the dancing blurs of colour in which she could almost imagine the fading form of the dove.

@Iliksis