Otter Creek cloudwalker

"stories?" the rich purple of tavina's eyes touched on nala's pleasant features. "if you're up for sharing one, i'd love to hear." it would be something she could recall on boring and cold days at the mesa. to their left the creek had cracked along the bank.

the physician stopped to investigate, noting where a long birch branch had gotten frozen beneath the surface. on closer inspection, it seemed as though an entire tree had fallen into this part of the water but remained attached to the bank.

"weird," she chuckled, looking at her companion with an arched brow.