Broken Antler Fen In a beautiful world

On one of the nights, when the clouds had cleared the sky, revealing the dark blue fabric with thousands of sparkling dots woven throughout it, Wraen left her den for a stroll under the moonlit sky. The mist was flowing among the trees and she imagined walking a realm together with ghosts. Here and there she would recognize a face and a pair of cold blue eyes watching her for a moment and then disappearing in the mist again. She was not afraid, whether the spirits of the dead really were there or not. She smiled to herself and quickened her pace, until she broke in a run and raced to the edge of the lake. There she plopped down in the snow and rolled heartily in it, sprang to her feet and was off again. 

By the time her lungs reminded herself that she should take it easy, she had come to the destination she had had initially in mind. The big boulder that she could perch upon, observe the surroundings from above, as if she was a queen. And for a while, she straightened up with head held high, pretended to give a speech (in her mind only - to the rest of the world here she had her eyes closed, lips moving soundlessly). With a small sigh she let the imaginary scene go, slid down to lie on her belly and lifted her head to see the view above. There the moon waved a hello to her and numerous stars winked at her joyously. It was a beautiful moment to be alive.