Broken Antler Fen spinefire

teya rolled her shoulders with unsurety. "it is still a snowy time." but her eyes softened, for she too longed for spring and the newness of things. she had never before felt so settled in a place; it was beginning to perturb the bird. "if you are tired, i go ahead." an arch of her brow; she would not keep him.
but his bold silvery presence interested her, his boyish buoyancy. she sniffed toward the air. "rain." not more of the white. it would be an unpleasant and cold deluge, but the warmer water in the atmosphere promised that soon they would be free of the winter.