Jade Fern Grove i hope the roof flies off and we get blown out into space

the emerald ferns of the grove, broken with moss and olive greens, and apple reds begin to look powdered with the snowfall as ridgeback paces thru them, pausing only to nibble at his foreleg as the leafy fronds tickle. a frown is cast at the darkening sky and ridgeback makes the abrupt decision to seek shelter in the shadows of the tall, thin sentinel trees despite his reservations of how much shelter they will actually offer.

enough, it quickly becomes evident.

it is the exploration of this curious land, the chirp of crickets like a woodland symphony, that leads him forward and into the heart of the territory where he becomes aware of the other — a flower appearing to be tucked into the fur of his neck. ridgeback gives a start and lets out a low chuff to announce his presence.