Somewhere along the lines, the crane’s path was endless, and she found herself not wanting to go home – well, not yet at least. There was still so much left to explore before she called it a day.
Izumi nearly forgot how much she missed going out to explore like this. Between her imprisonment and her rehabilitation, the outer territories never looked more beautiful. Especially the woodlands – it was now blanketed in fields of snow with frozen berries and cardinals calling from the canopies. This was during the day though; now at night, her only company was the howling winds and the hooting of owls watching her from the trees. An equally lovely sight, but this only meant it would soon come to an end. So, she headed a bit up north to watch the stars.
Northern lights.
They danced in a sea of green and violet against the night sky, and she just couldn’t take her eyes off of it. Oddly familiar was a scene like this – looking up beside a snow seeped mountain top…in her previous life when she used to live in the tundra. A bittersweet memory of a more complicated time; friends gained and lost all at once. Though she never dwelled on it for too long – one could not find happiness in the present without help from the past now, could they?
The crane lied a few feet away from the stout mountain just beside her, lilacs mesmerized by the aurora that flickered above the earth.