The Bracken Woods thorn castle

What a prickly place, she thought. A thorny entrance, and the one entering the sleeping beauties rose castle seemed so out of place with her eatrthy and creamy tones. The sun was high, but an overcast of clouds held it from shinning through, only leaving a bleak day. The woods seemed almost nice at first glance, but walking in she could understand why not many would settle in the area, for it's thorns and tangly trees, not to mention the undeniable cold she had felt from enterning. While a seemingly barrier stopped the icy winds from penetrating too much, the shiver down her spine was still felt.

But Aerasha does love the cold.

A hum and a skip in her step, she was wandering the area, trying to carefully- aw drat. There goes a thorn in her paw. She could feel the unknown object get in the way of each step, as Aerasha lifted her paw to inspect not one, but a few thorns implanted in her soft little toebeans, "Aww.~"