Jade Fern Grove Stay Gold

Gilded light over the valley, a warm glow almost calling to mind the flaxen expanse of her home. Too different to be truly the same, though; where The Gilded Sea was nothing but tall golden grass for miles, the valley was filled with woods and hills and secret places all dusted over with the pale of winter. Beautiful in its own way — and more importantly, far too cold for fire.
Reverie knew the cold would not last, so she savored it while she could. She wandered the grove and listened to the sounds of the wilds, so different from those back home. Even the birds! She followed the happy little noises of their general existence, eyes on the trees, until the scent of wolf caught her attention. Unfamiliar to her, but the gilded girl was feeling chatty, so she pursued the trail until it took shape. The shape of a girl far too skinny, beyond even Reverie's sickly slimness, with fur like ash and eyes like stars. She was perched among tree roots, eyes on the birds which were now flitting away in alarm at Reverie's approach.
Oh - sorry! Her apology was hushed, but it was far too late. The birds had retreated. Looking crestfallen, she added weakly, I didn't realize...