Blacktail Deer Plateau Rewrite your history

the snow was a curious thing. ying enjoyed watching it fall, drifting slowly down upon the earth. her favorite part was finding a patch thick enough to leave an imprint in. she would jump and land with as much force as she could muster, hoping to make as clear a print as possible.

that was how she'd spent most of the day. ying was gradually inching closer to the water's edge, though unintentionally so. there was aningan, to whom she called out, hello, běijíxióng. she saw that he was drinking so did not expect an immediate response, instead deciding to have a seat and wait for him to finish.