Hushed Willows princess's dream

How beautiful it was, even within winter-time. She always loved the willow trees, as they hung low and swayed with the wind. No matter the season they looked beautiful. Even though the leaves were gone, the snow clung to the branches providing almost an imaginary snow-leaves, a winter tree. The area was surrounded by them, and she just knew this was the place of heavens.

Aerasha tuckered within the snow, head above her paws as eyes watched the area in wonder. She was being bathed in the powder of falling snow, as she remained unmoving.