Broken Antler Fen stonemoss

when teya returned from the mountain she slept a long while, fitful; when she could no longer keep herself banked down like an ember, the girl restlessly paced to find one or another of her fellows.
a lull in the snow brought to her the round belly of the creamwhite moon. she stood in a deep drift with head flung back, uncaring of who might see her this night.