Qeya River Pink nose, pearly toes

Amalia shifted and woke with a start, staring all around her. Trying to discern what had woken her. Though she couldn't quite figure it out. There was something to be said for the quickness with which she moved. Though now she simply drowsily began to pace around the area.

She headed towards the borders, it was late, but she was very aware that she wouldn't be sleeping now. It was impossible to get back to sleep after such a wakening, especially when she didn't know what had startled her awake.

Her mother had used to whisper of spirits roaming more during winter and fall months. Perhaps that was what it was, then she laughed quietly to herself, at such an absurdity.