Moonspear jingle jangle

✴It was mid-afternoon when the sky had begun to turn grey, the sun barely staying in the sky these days. The gloom of the dimming light seemed to reflect how Revui felt lately; grim, cold, getting darker by the moment. Revui had given up on his patrols of the borderlands by this point, willing to leave it to the adults while he took a break. He was pacing on an open plateau, filled with energy and having nothing to do with it—or rather, he felt like he should be doing something but couldn't find the motivation, which was rare for him. As he paced, he noticed a speck of white fluttering to the soil by his paws. Then another. He ducked to investigate, and by the time he'd approached, sniffed, lifted his head, his silver coat was covered in tiny flecks of salt and pepper. His gaze went up, and in the murky sky he spied misty clouds that seemed to be losing pieces—the snow was soon dusting the exposed segments of the plateau, and he watched as his paces were swiftly covered in a layer of thin ice.