It was finally nightfall. The beauty of the sparkling river in the sky was slowly appearing as she woke from her slumber. The night was for her, the night was where she felt safest and where she found the most things of interest to her. She was the pale one in the night, the peaceful fairy that would always watch the day pass her by, savoring the memories she creates that slip through her mind like water through her teeth; only gathering a little bit as the rest escaped.This way of life had been hers ever since she was given the task of find a ‘safe place to stay’. The very fact of the matter was no place was safe enough. She attracted attention one way or another. Some of it was good attention, other times (most of the time) it was bad. She wouldn’t really remember the trouble she caused or the things she met. It was part of her problem. Memory was like water flowing through a streamer. It just didn’t stick.
It was on this day in early February that she stared blankly at the soft fluffy snow that was starting to fall through the treetops of the large dark forest. It amazed her to see something like it. The way it sparkled when the light hit it, the way it tickled her nose with every single touch. It was so very new to her and she liked it. What she truly didn’t understand was why the temperature seemed to drop with each passing minute.
Was this what the white wetness was doing? Kissing the ground and chilling it? She sat down next to a old rotted log and thought about it. Well, if it was she didn’t mind. She liked the white droppings that seemed to be a gift from sparkling river in the sky. Was there a word for the gift? Her brow furrowed at the thought. Maybe there was a name, but she truly didn’t know so she decided on her own to call it the ‘white cold’. It was white… and cold. So it made sense to her at least.
Foggy gray-blue eyes focused quickly as she caught sight of movement. It smelled good what ever it was, and the rumbling in her stomach told her it was something she could eat ( or at least that she was hungry). At least her memories of hunting and eating were still well intact. Was it from using the memories over and over again? Most likely. She wasn’t sure due to the fact that each was like new, but she seemed to always come with those skills. Hell, it was better to accept the skills then to let them wash away. They were helpful to her. ..or at least that is what she had came to a decision to think on it.
Quickly getting up from her post next to the rotted tree the female stared blankly at the spotted white and brown earth. It wasn’t like that a moment ago… was it? Her brows furrowed as she tried to think -- Movement again -- She seen she swore she had. She needed to eat; then she could wonder about the white that was now spotting the ground.
Lowering her head closer to the ground so to make her look small she slowly stalked her way towards what ever it was that was moving. Hopefully food would be the end result of her stalking… and if not maybe something new for her to maybe speak to. It wasn’t like the trees moved about.. Or she didn’t think they did. She twitched her ear at that thought but continued her stalking.
