Blacktail Deer Plateau Choosing death in order to live

It really was, wasn't it!  Maia felt a lot of pride warm her chest as Wraen complimented the poem, only to have it grow even more as she continued into one of, she thought, the most beautiful verses yet.  Maia always forgot what a romantic she was until someone gave her a really great story like this one, and she let out a little sigh when Wraen finished.  She could just imagine how the Lady might feel, having the Wintersmith swoop in, dark and mysterious, and sweep her off her feet (quite literally).

Now the conclusion was all hers!  And she thought she had an idea of how to close it out nicely.

He would never touch her forests when rich with green,
Or dance in the full golden light of his queen,
But she would never see his sparkling wonder,
Or smell the ice in the air, feel the muffled snow under,

Yet while each dances with splendor and beauty their own,
They yearn for the meeting where they won't be alone,
When fall and spring will draw them together once more,
And they'll meet, hand in hand, on that familiar floor.

Maia's tail waved, but she let it fade in silence for a moment before she replied.  I think that's my favorite we've done yet!  She closed her eyes and sighed.  I've always really loved fall and spring, but now I love them ten times more, and winter doesn't seem so bad either.  Not if he's handsome.  She giggled, picturing a wolf who honestly reminded her a lot of a boy she'd known a long time ago.  Large, white, with electric blue eyes.  If she had to cast the part, he'd have been perfect.

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