Greatwater Lake petite fleur

@Nirali this is so clunky idk who this boy is help

October wasn't known for being so chilling, but the wind that blew through the valley from further north was exactly that, and he fled from it as if it might become corporeal; perhaps it had already, and the boy was running from ghosts. Frigid winter ghosts which had no place here—not yet anyway—at least not until the last of the leaves shed from the trees. But what did he know, right? Marmion wasn't well-versed on the seasons outside of the Hold and he certainly had no memory of his last visit to this place, this beautiful, vibrant, place.

Something strange is taking place, though. As he's running he's becoming aware of his heartbeat, the sound of his paws crunching through a thin layer of snow—but there is nothing else. No birds taking flight from his nearness, no songs. Where he'd imagine frogs to sing along the bank of the lake, there is silence. Not even the bugs betray their location—perhaps it is too cold for them, but that cannot be the case for everything else. The boy slows his fleet-footed progress and listens, intently. There is something moving around him—and suddenly the beauty is shattered, for the lakeside becomes something else entirely.

At first he isn't sure what he's feeling, but the sensation rumbles towards the mountains and he stumbles where he's poised, stares, so utterly perplexed by it all. The dying embers of sunlight are lending an apocalyptic glow to everything, and where it catches on the leaves over his head, he thinks he sees fire, and does a double-take. The shaking ebbs away to stillness soon enough but Marmion cannot help but feel utterly unsettled, as neutralized by the emptiness as every other creature calling the lake home.