Alpine Lake Afternoon: a wreck of paper & coloured ribbons. It rains & rains.

where a broad, glimmering lake spilled into waterfalls was where they paused, not quite out of the tuktu yet. mona had not visited silver creek before they left, hoping to erase her memory of the place; of the expressions on the faces of casmir and rowan when she had turned and run away. 
nathaniel; mona nipped his muscular shoulder gently, stretching one slim red limb after another and shaking out her velvet ruff before sweeping the tindome wolves with her murkwater gaze. the nuro paused when she reached the two strange boys who accompanied the elk-wolf pack; they did not seem to fit beneath delight's delicate rule. it fired mona's curiosity, and slowly as the others dispersed did she begin to slowly approach the melonii brothers, her stance affable and non-threatening.