Overture Downs Shattered, I will capture you, so run

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The sloping meadow was a very different place now. All painted green and autumnal colors, not a hint of white; yet Reverie could not help but remember a pale sister found among the snow. Bjarna halp?
She could hardly bear the melancholy hanging over her, so she tried to cheer herself up. Reverie chewed on cattails and splashed around glumly in one of the streams. But all she could think about was Bjarna, wondering where she was, if she was okay; if she would ever come back. She hoped that wherever she was, she was free, exploring the world on her own terms. She hoped that it made her happy.