Her tiny, lithe figure moved in a manner so smooth, so graceful that she almost appeared to be gliding over the earth. Her pale coat clings to her sides from a summer downpour that she had just escaped from; it had cleansed her mind and her spirit of her past home. But now this was her home - this incredible place with lush flora and temperate weather. But she seeks a place that is dark and safe, somewhere that she can hide away from the rest of the world when necessary… to hide from her previous life.

She travels from the valley and heads south along the river, following the snake-like features until she reaches a large outcropping of rocks - a small mountain. The warmth slowly faded as she went further south, the temperature becoming cooler and cooler as she directed toward the base of the crags. Her chartreuse eyes searched through the bottom layer of boulders for an old den or somewhere to slip through into the darkness. Around the southern side there was a slit-like opening, barely wide enough for her to step through. Her pale nose poked around the miniscule entrance, her breaths huffing loudly as she inhaled deeply to ensure that nothing threatening lurked in the shadows.

Then she pressed forward slowly, carefully. Squeezing her svelte, ghostly figure into the crevice and moving deeper into the shadows, she finds that there is no one but herself. A sigh of relief as she slowly picks around the darkness, nose to the ground as she follows old scents through the tunnels.

They lead her through an archway and into a smaller cavern that is dotted with bioluminescent worms, softly lighting the area in a pale blue. She is stricken by its magnificence and immediately knows it to be her’s now, a calmness coming over her like never before. She inspects the den further, nosing around the moss and stones that decorate the mix of stony and earthy ground. Moths group together in one corner, their pale wings fluttering softly as she passes by. But her serenity is interrupted by the entrance of another being and the hairs on the back of her neck stand up as she feels their presence behind her. Though she does not turn just yet; instead, she remains hunched over the spot she had been investigating.

tag: ana / three years old / lonely spirit