Dragoncrest Cliffs I want to roll around the darkness, til the darkness goes away

stress had kept anaïs from appreciating the beauty of the coast. but as she made her way up and up, her troubles tumbled tumbled down the slope. oh, it was so beautiful here. the crisp air, a bird’s tune, the droplets of water the wind pushed into her face. she never wanted to leave.

soft footfalls made her fur stand on end. the yearling spun around and saw someone drift through the trees. they walked so robotically, like some greater entity forced them forward. anaïs, being the curious creature she was, followed at a healthy distance. “hey, uh, you alright?” she asks  this after the girl sits and she closes the gap. “you looked a little... lost.”