King Elk Forest You say it will reach out and seize the sorrow.

Miriam wondered back, soft paws walking quietly into the forests, her silver eyes watching around the snow to catch a familiar view. She wondered what had happened to him, the behemoth she had saw long ago. He was grand, a beauty beyond her own, and the day he was slain was a day to mourn. For wished for it naught to come, he deserved more then a simple meal. Though fate be damned, as destiny comes for all eventually, to even the Goddess set her ways to him. 

However what had been seen was not that of a grand Elk, but a sullen figure, blackened with reds, a bird in the winter. Not the one she had yearned to see, but perhaps what Miriam's fate desired to. A coincidence not, for all is lain to be. She approached the figure, who seemed shrouded in a blue haze, indisturbed by all, a picture on the wall.

"Are.. you alright, miss?" The Maiden couldn't help but speak up from behind, to what looked of blues that should be of feiry reds. Soft and small, she asked of concern to the stranger she saw before her.