Northstar Vale We are the ones who will never be broken

She didn’t sleep well these days—tossing and turning had become a rather common habit. So, after awhile, she gave up trying, and found herself poking through the snowy landscape of the vale, having to avoid a puddle of slush every so often, as the temperature had warmed to rain the past few days.

So lost in thought, it took her by surprise when Reyson called for her. Her eyes narrowed—muzzle swinging about. He had left—why was he here now?

With mild hesitance in her step, she began to search for him, trailing the direction of his call. Only when his massive frame was noticed by a large tree did she slow her steps, stopping now to study him. She didn’t know what to say—know how to feel.

So she took the route of caution. “Hi.”