Arrow Lake If you see something, say nothing and drink to forget
wearing my dream like a diadem in some better land.
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The green arches of the thicket were reinforced enough to act as a force to be reckoned with, rain or shine. Of course, whether rain or shine, smatterings of light or otherwise still dribbled through the heady crevices of the thicket. Whatever deigned to fall from the heavens ended up blotting the fringes of foliage in buttery golds or wavery blues. The mother in question kept herself as toward the center as she could; it was just about a blessing how uncommonly petite of a she-wolf she was. Any larger, and she’d most certainly be dampened and therefore would never offer her children a warmer place to roost.

In a way, the chilling shower would remind her  ( upon wakefulness )  of how indecisive the seasons of Rhaesuial could be: warmth could kiss the land in the manner of spring, summer, and even then the skulking vestiges of winter could return and refracture absolutely everything. Nectar-birds of the southern regions would huddle, kept from their only sources if reserves. The great ungulates that migrated at the time proved to be both blessing and curse for themselves and any herders involved. Bears kept to the foothills would be driven further into the silver-rooted mountains, if anything to keep their own young from the offenses of a lumbering, soured male.

In turn, this affected the haven of which Rhaesuial had been; any travelers sent by or come across would be hindered in arrival; tenants who should be well on their way ended up having to prolong their stays for a fortnight before the heavens cleared. So as the chill of a spring shower sussed throughout the thicket, Aurëwen shivered awake with a gentle, bleary bleat of Nínim,” unbidden by a dreamless, deep slumber and bidden by a reminiscence via brush of cold.

By the time her own eyes cleared, she’d nuzzled Isilmë in faint departure, and then rose with a soft chirrup to join her flurrying son at the thicket’s mouth to gaze up into the indecisive pour. ...Oh, yes — she was definitely staying home today.