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Fúyáo · 1 year (15/06/2024)

There was a darkness, and then a light.

Fúyáo awoke with a gasp among the swirling snow. She was in a forest not so dissimilar to her own, if she could even call it hers anymore. Had they followed her here? Shaking her fur of encrusted ice the Princess listened wearily for any sign of of persuit.

It was silent. It was quiet. It was growing dark and she was tired, but there - there among the trees up ahead flickered something unusual.

Forging beneath snow-laden branches, she came across a strange fire that burned as if it were Qīnglóng's breath. Its presence filled her with an unearthly warmth, like a pocket of spring had taken root and expelled the winter from a small patch of this land.

Fúyáo found the sensation difficult to resist, and soon enough she was reclining in its vicinity and letting her head rest heavily upon her paws. Surely she could afford some shut-eye beneath the protection of this spirit?

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