Totoka River and stood awhile in thought

Rose Blossom Mayfair watched in silence.

For a girl once so vibrant, she spent most of her time in quiet these days. Even with her want to travel, to be a minstrel, and with Snowdrop reminding her to be happy, sometimes she was just quiet.

Slowly, she walked across the sand as if in a trance. Snowdrop took flight, and she was gilded with sunlight. Her snowy haunches glowed ethereal in the light as she reached out a glowing, gleaming paw to her father, using the nails of the toes to catch one of his tears. It wobbled on the nail, before plopping to the sandy ground.

Is it you? She asked in a soft whisper.