Blacktail Deer Plateau Choosing death in order to live

Well, yeah, obviously.  Maia leaned down on her forelegs and waved her tail in an exaggerated motion, trying to lighten the mood she'd unknowingly threatened to bring down.  It wasn't as much of a given as she made it out to be, but Maia couldn't stand pessimism, even when it was realistic.  Better to be overly hopeful than sad all the time - except when it came to the heart.  Because then, for some reason, she just couldn't help it.

The Wintersmith must be a horrible dancer. she pulled a face, then sighed.  I just really hate the cold.  They get so much more snow up here than they did back home!  It's kinda crazy.  Where their parents had settled had been warmer; neither their dad nor their mom had handled the cold well health-wise when they were still alive.  She'd taken the mild winters for granted until she came up here and experienced a real rough seasonal turn first-hand.  Now she'd never take them for granted again.  What's Arcturus up to?  she asked, peeking around to see if her sister's shadow was anywhere to be seen.  Didn't appear so!