Wintersweet
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Her mother had perished in childbirth a while ago now, but she had not been keen on staying with her deer in the same way that might have seemed natural for one raised with a mare who identified with the split-hooved creatures than horses themselves. Instead Wintersweet became only like their inherent wandering instincts, meandering all over Luthien until she discovered that the land across the ocean. Then she traveled all about there, but heard tell of an island that was entirely carved from ice, stone, and evergreens for a majority of the year. The wintry world had always been her favorite; even in spring she preferred it to be crisp.
Swimming ashore in winter, she realized that perhaps she was a little less accustomed to the realm of Winter than she originally believed. The wind is not just brisk but has a bite to it. The swim leaves a chill in her bones that she is anxious to shake out - repeatedly as if she had a tick, almost. Her eyes look this way and that, sure that these borders were most especially not free to roam within. This was the land of the one who controlled the whole island, so rumored had told her, and she didn’t want to start her time here off on the butt end of any grudges.
"Hello? I’m traveling and was hoping to see the sights of Tinuvel… is anyone out there?"
OF THE LOST ISLANDS WILDS
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