The Sunspire path of expression

The mild winter had given way to an already balmy spring. To her, this still felt somewhat unseasonable, but certainly not wholly unwelcome. Now that she had officially lived a small handful worth of winters, she now knew her distaste for them was real.. and not going away -- maybe even passed down in her blood, for she remembered her dam's dislike of them as well. Amekaze had waited and waited for these springtime months to come, and now, here they were in full.

However, it seemed as if she couldn't even shed out her coat fast enough. She felt positively overdressed, especially the further down the mountain she traveled. Yet there was no rushing this, despite her mental attempts at sending her follicles a hint.. they were painfully slow to listen. She stalked along towards the borderlands, tongue lolled casually, and tried to lend her focus elsewhere so to feel less bothered by the weight of her dark coat. Bright swatches of new-growth wildflowers soon caught her eye, and she strode over carefully to investigate them at length. Perhaps she may find something of particular usefulness.

Her nose was met with old familiar scents -- sweet, distinct, she drew a long breath to savor the sensation. They smelled of new life, and the revival it heralded. Somewhere, innately, she felt the mountain could use to see even more of it.