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Fog rolled hazy silk over the creek, masking the waters in a plume of grey, to which the sky responded in silver. Snow had ceased to fall on this frigid evening, but the trees whistled to one another and the clouds embraced their sisters in the sky; tied to one another with the bond of the world's spirit. Even in winter, when all seemed to rest and the earth wrapped itself in a blanket of white, nature's life remained. The twitch of rabbit whiskers, the rustle of a mouse in a den of ice. Even the herbs, whose heads might poke through to breathe in the bitter air.

Daivya felt alive, but unsteady.

Would she be paired with a man this season? The moons of mating had begun many suns prior, but they had not taken official claim of the territory, nor had Grayson begun to pair them - she knew, oh, how she knew! There was not a full chance of her recieving a husband to please in the first gathering, but she prayed the gods might show mercy on her, on her womb, too. She longed for children, for their little songs and shouts. Their delicate, scrunched up faces as they gazed upon the world for the very first time - it was a wonderful sight, but it was dispelled with the rushing of the wind. A wish, that's all it was.

Walking through the mist, the Meladi hoped it might become reality.