Dawnlark Plains the theory of everything

they raced through the snow-covered world, but mona soon slowed in the short shadow cast by a cluster of stunted trees. her sides heaved with exertion; her murkwater eyes glowed with the witch-emerald that swam up from their depths. she still did not know this one's name, but somehow they were connected by more than that which had transpired on the beach.
plume flagging at her hips, the girl reached for him eagerly, arching her smaller crimson frame along his own with a bevy of gentle whines erupting in her throat. a crushing desire raced hotly through her; mona forgot her mannerly nature and grew steadily more wanton as the moments ticked by.