Broken Antler Fen Llewellyn

Lele acknowledged Teya's presence with a look and then not wishing to interrupt the moment, sat side by side with her in a comfortable silence. It was nice to be out here like that, existing in the moment and merging with it. The feeling of oneness was familiar and, perhaps, a long time ago she had shared the joy of the first snow with someone else. Either Harps or Tambourine - the memory had become muddled - but it did not matter with whom exactly. The important thing was that they had been there. 

"I find it hard to believe that something this beautiful can also be very cruel," she told Teya.