Golden Glade Born of fire, bound to nothing

Her marigold eyes were glazed over but a mischievous smile spread across her lips.

"Oh that wasn't the only rebellious thing I have done."

The soft flutter of snow fall had paused as a stillness begun to settle around the clearing. Mictec lifted her head towards the clouded sky, the sun slowly being snuffed out by the scattered clouds as off in the distance darker clouds had begun to grow in size. Winter was upon them and had held at bay it's true nature but the bliss could not last forever. Hardships were to come, but that did not scare her instead it would prove resilience.

"I would appreciate that, there is a lot of work to be done, amiga."