The Bracken Woods it don't matter if the cold wind blows

Inkeri stared at the high boughs of the trees, her body mostly in shadow. Wreathed in the darkness of this place, a startling contrast to her white body, but it fit yes it fit. She wanted to sink there, stay where it was safe. Be there, quiet, unseen.

Ink her sisters voice of softest velvet curled around her ears. The forest ends here. She shifted and moved, shoulders hunched, and body lax, soft foot falls.

Her sister stopped and she wound her body around her to looked beneath her chin. Her body against her's, eyes of deepest green looking out. She trembled slightly, but only slightly. 

so far, Ja. Must we go beyond the shadows. Do the ravens tell you so? The spirits that whisper