Jade Fern Grove guiding us home where ever we are

forward-dated to dec. 21

snowwoman moved from the plains, now. again, she sung as she went, ever the melodic lady. the winds carried her southeast, and so that was where she would go ; past woods, wetlands, marsh and maplewood. it was another grove that she had stumbled upon, now, and yet something within it called to her, so she would listen.

it was with perked ears that the huntress would move. the grounds here were verdant, vibrant in all of its emerald vegetation, even through the winter. winter blanketed the ground with mercy, the thin sheet of snow allowing for plants to break through in even the slightest of breezes. and even then, there were patches of dirt and grass where snow had not landed at all. as if the season was merely a distant memory, something long-ago.

night shone overhead, and so pale fur seemed almost aglow in the light of the stars and the moon. and as the trees begun to thin, she continued forwards, the sight of a clearing sitting before her. though, it lacked solitude ; a woman, with eyes closed, seemingly relaxed, laid within it, bathed and painted in silver light. rala tilted her head.

hello, she tested, her voice a hushed murmur, as if she were to risk breaking some sort of spell should she speak too loudly. she would break through the treeline, then, though she kept her distance from the stranger. a girl, only half a year younger than her, she estimated. a blink of dawn eyes as she circled against the perimeter of the clearing. she would sit, then, a few ways in front of her. watching.

nanuralaaq's next words came with a northern accent. those of the muskox grounds. you look relaxed, a careful, almost sheepish smile upon pale features. although, she was anything but sheepish. rather, this was an attempt at being considerate.

you like the night? and a friendly tone.