Redsand Canyon düster

it is not much of a surprise to find the ghost up and haunting the mountains, untethered and aimless steps preferred over the losing battle that was attempting sleep. each time the blissful daze would try and coax her down, one of the many swirling thoughts trailing her each and every move would launch itself wickedly from the shadows and make quick work jarring her back to complete consciousness. 

so now she drifts forth, one with the frigid air as shadows stroke tender claws down a twisting spine with each nimble weave. usually so intent on seeking startling heights and shivered chills, she shifts minds to descend smoothly into the sheltered grasp of the gloomy cavern. snow flutters in unsullied dances, even the purest of substanes banished from what loomed above to fall, spurned upon this dastardly world. eyelids flutter listlessly as she pushes forth with a swish of her plume. reminiscents of everything seemed to trail the lissom ghost from the euphoric inducing aries to the cravings for the honey eyed soldier and blackfeather. from relmyna to maegi and all others who'd stood under each of their rulings within the intertwining branches. why must they all wish to claim a space in the complex of her mind now.

so thwarted from any attempts of peace as she was, tundra failed to notice the other soul wandering the desolate cavern as her willowy form drifted forth, leaving only the slightest of dents on the substance she covered.