Maiden of mist

Vectra was once again out early in the morning, enjoying the morning mist. She tended to do such a lot more often, especially since all the recent havoc that had plagued the pack. These were her moments of peace, of silence. When she could let the world fall away from her and relax. Vectra walked slowly through the woods, heading for one of her favorite spots. A nice stream with a decent view, not to many trees, and not to few. Vectra eventually came upon her desired area, now that she was here she sat, the mist was not thick, but they were in a mountain valley, it would linger a hour or two from the sun's rising. She enjoyed watching the mist dance as it slowly faded away, it was so free of the worries of the world. She often wondered if the afterlife would be like that, carefree and kind.




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