Northstar Vale now the pale morning sings

Zulema stirred awake rather early this frigid morning, shortly after deciding to slip away and through walk the vale. She took her usual path until her attention turned to the pond. She awed at the way the mist that settled caught the sunlight that had spilled past the willow trees.

Zulema sat down, it would only be so long until she got bored. Moments later, she was indeed thinking of finding a frog to chase her brother with. She inhaled a deep breath, the wintry air feeling sharp against her lungs.

Eventually she stood and shook the stray pieces of snow from her before walking alongside the water and sniffing through the brush. Maybe someone else was around?