Flycatcher Downs close to my heart

the bodega finds herself towards one of the edges of the valley, somewhere different and new. her chat with alyx had been quite wonderful, and with a few words of wisdom from the local, the woman feels as if she has somewhat of a better picture of the wilds that she intends to call home.

for now, she stays bounding like the snow hare that blend in with the snow. in a way, the woman has somehow mastered how to stay above the snow without cracking it too much, despite her large size. she may look like an oddity moving the way she does, but it keeps her heart and lungs healthy, and her legs feeling spry. years of this bounding have finally paid off as she tired rarely.

though, as she continues her path, she can see that there is a soul not as lucky as her. a man spun of the sun's rays stays trudging through the snow, looking a bit pooped out if she was honest. she forces herself to not giggle as she calls out to him. "in a bit of a pickle, aren't ya?" her tone is light and a bit teasing, though the laugh that comes from her suggests that it is nothing more than a light jest as she bounds closer to him. 

"at least others can find you if you get stuck." she tries to reference his pretty coat, reminding her of alyx.