Dawnlark Plains seasons

Could not resist <3

What the shadowman followed, she did not know. What Manea knew was that she followed him.

Not a hunt so much as a haunting; she was no huntress, no, only a ghost. Other; just beyond the glass, always lingering but never touching. Eventually she would tire of watching this one, too. Eventually she would find somewhere else to seek warmth.

She wasn't sure why she still searched. She knew she would never find it.