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11-05-2016, 11:44 AM
Snow! Even more wonderful than leafy cover of Orangemoon, was the white blanket frosting the open clearings of the Edge, and the very brim of the world falling away into the sea itself. Along this treacherous brim she scampers, safely distant from the precarious ledge, but close enough that she can almost see the sea, if she stops to crane her head over. She had done so already, having crossed the wide, Moon’s wood to see what became of the wonderful snow when it met the ocean. The daughter of the Moon Doctor and snowy story teller was quite dismayed to discover that the salty water seemed to swallow the snow, leaving only cool, grey caps, sloshing and splashing beneath the slow trickle of new flakes. Still, the song of the ocean against the far below stone and shore makes for good background to the chilly rush of the wind curtaining through the snowfall, and so she has not trailed far from the precipice at all. Pausing from her playful prancing to press her nose through the cold blanket, she gasps in surprise of its swiftly chilling effect, snorting with bemusement to clear her soft muzzle of the clinging crystals, and melting frost. Again, this time more prepared, she plunges her face into the covering, nudging aside the chilly substance to reveal very cold grass. What does cold grass like? she wonders, her ears perking forward at the interesting thought; though she is certainly not ruled by her belly, Maude does enjoy food. Nibbling at it and chewing thoughtfully, she lifts her head to scan about her while she dines, deciding, almost instantly, that it was almost exactly like normal grass, but watery. It also was not very good. Deciding then and there that she would peruse other varieties of food for the duration of this season, in hopes to find something better than wet-down grazing, she continues her quest for something to do. Heading back through the open expanse between the edge of the Edge and the trees, at last abandoning her sea-side music, she thinks that, perhaps, she will go study in the greenhouse, or help her father in whatever tasks he had for the day… |
@Erthe
Hold onto this lullaby, even when the music's gone.
