Silver Creek quiet night

It had been long, since she went to a path of uncertainty, a graduate yearling to a beautiful Maiden, Miriam had grown. She had made her way back to the wolves many moons ago, but her heart never felt within the Orchid as it did with the rest.. She had enjoyed the fulfillment that the travels had given her, and said her dearly departing to the others, as it was official- she did not want to go back. May the Lady Goddess always be within her, but she will not return to the home, where her heart throbs to part, but her spirit desires differently.

She felt enlightened, and sorrowfull, but it was a change she knew, that the Lady had given her. It has been a full year and more, since she had aged another year, and another winter to embrace. Though a winter alone, as she skulks through the white woods, a wisp of a spirit through the snowy terrian, she ventured forth.

Oaks and maples stood tall among her, she gave a look with her star-eyes and looked in wonder at the unfamiliaity. She thought her waywards compass led toward the previous beach, but the fresh river said otherwise compared to the previous salty sea. Shimmering she felt allured by the short waterfalls and pools within this creek that it faintly reminded her of the Orchid's, but she shook at the thought, attempting to avoid those heartfelt nostalgia. For she made her souls choice, her heart may argue. Though she could feel herself soothe to the idea, and felt captured staring within the waters, looking back at the lilac wolf against the white sky. A creek of a name she did not know, but a beautiful place it was.