Octavia wasn’t really concerned with the fact she was technically a princess. It didn’t matter all that much, and that was what made her happy. She could do whatever she really wanted… including playing in the snow. Things had been a sort of wonderland as of lately, especially in Glorall. Moving in in the middle of the winter had been totally worth it. Things here built up so much better, and they rarely got warm enough to melt and refreeze to form the bizarre icy crust she wasn’t so fond of. The pup was able to romp and play, albeit on her own, in the snow. Snow was good.

And she was good too. The creature simply romped about in the chest high snow, testing out muscles that were starting to develop in tone and structure. Though the day was blustery and cold, at least the sun shone through the clouds. Clouds were never good, but the doom and gloom didn’t really hold her back too bad. Just romping in the snow, being a kid… that’s what she needed. That’s what she was going to do, and that seemed entirely legitimate. Clumps of ice and snow stuck to her coat, sending the cold deeper into her bones, but it would wear away eventually. She would be quite okay in the long run. All she needed was the snow.

[dark princess of glorall]