2/28/2026, 3:39 AM
As evening cast her fingers of shadow in long casts over the land, Blanche stuck to the treeline. Only now would she carefully grace the world, feeling safest the step out into open clearings now that it was dark. A river trickled by, bathed in golds and pink as the setting sun hit it just right.
Her neck craned towards it so to take a drink of the cool water. It livened her, made her feel refreshed. Sat in her gut like a cool stone that tempered the rest of her. The doe lifted her head, letting a solemn breath enter and exit her lungs. Alone another year.