Cedar Sweep watching me is like watching a fire take your eyes from you

the trees in this place were ominous in the dark, towering and uniform in their stature and shape.  were it not for the stirring of life in the wind, the rustling of trees, the birds overhead, she might have been intimidated by its shadow. 

snow fell down around her in small, whirling flakes.  at her feet it powdered loosely, the grasses undeterred by the thin blanket that covered them.

tessa wasn't, either.  she traveled through the night, seeking northstar vale.