Deepwood Weald luto et nivis

@Lorcan

snowmelt fell from spindly tree limbs, turning the ground beneath her paws a sopping marshland. 

ankle deep in a mire of mud, velia trekked her way through the sludge hoping to best it and find solid ground. an hour later and she was passing the same tree she had five times before. no matter what odd direction she wandered off in and no matter how straight of a line she thought she walked, she always ended up right back at the same dead tree she had started at. 

the nymph eventually stopped after a time, letting loose a sigh and accepting the obvious. 

she was lost.