Stone Circle fish scales and fairy lights

Clary had heard the call from the edge of Easthollow and, from a place among the trees, had watched her mother depart. Common sense told her to stay put, but the borders held an intrigue the girl didn't have an urge to stifle. After some moments passed, Clary picked her way out of the snow-laden bushes and tracked mama's pawsteps through the snow.


She stopped when she caught sight of mama's dark shape looming dark against the grey and heavy sky, with three silhouettes beyond. She now knew well enough she'd only be reprimanded and turned around if she sprang up to mama's side, so she sank into the snow as low as she could manage and peered over the bank. Clary honed her ears toward the noise of talking and stilled herself, curious to the exchange - and curious to how differently mama approached these strangers than the one she'd torn at just the other day. The girl shivered, fixed her eyes ahead, and tried to ignore the damp chill of snow against her belly.

Cameo - feel free to skip unless she is noticed!