Bearclaw Valley ursidae

@Avalita, follow-up of this thread.

yesterday. adalynn's mind could never tear itself from yesterday. even when underneath the warmth of her mother or bundled together with her sisters, something that lied beneath the princess' heart had been unveiled to her. much like the head of It.

she returns to where she'd found It. there's nothing, as if It had never existed. but adalynn could still smell It, still see the muddied red and browns the grass had turned when It had become known to the girls.

the bear princess' nose twists with a sniffle. even as butterflies dance around in ignorant bliss, today the girl couldn't bring herself to join then.