| Lay down here, beside me in the hallowed water...
The day is warm, the sun high in the sky. The winds and snow of Frostfall has finally passed, and birds have taken up their chattering once again as creatures scatter around over the forest floor. But there is still a chill in the breeze, and dragon's breath comes from the velvety nostrils of a figure that appears in the trees.
She is white, like a ghost, and she walks without sound. Her delicately dished head lifts to the air as she tries to pick up a scent in the breeze.
But, there are many, many smells, but she finds nothing alarming, and so she continues her journey.
Her coat is soft and glossy, no sign of the past winter left. She dark arrow upon her back points to her past journey, the road she has taken since running away from her home, five years ago.
She weaves between the trees, carefully moving her head so the two massive horns upon her head doesn't get caught. She is tired, it is easy to see; her movements are slow and unmotivated, almost sluggish, and her head hangs low, her tail dragging behind her lifelessly.
She finally comes upon a stream, and carefully steps in, the sounds of the swishing water filling the silence. She lowers her head as if to drink, but she hesitates, and moves her head over the water. She takes another step and drinks, quenching her thirst before leaping out on the opposite bank.
She then lays down and her eyelids begin to close, but only halfway, and one ear turns, listening for sudden sounds.
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Beside me where the silver
lining stays until...
the sirens calling...
OCC: This table is messed up :/
Please tag Fable <3
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