Careful is the woman that is in this land on her own. She’s not scared, but she’s cautious. Her steps are a bit higher as she crosses the frost crusted ground. It’s a light jog that carries Eden across the meadow, and she’s graceful. High steps, high head. She was curious. The woman would go to the Peak soon, but she wasn’t ready. The girl wasn’t ready to see the land where her own lineage ran deeply.
No, she would stay to the meadow for now. Winter had arrived. It was getting cold, and it would continue to get colder. Snow had started to fall around her shoulders, thick and fluffy. There was something lovely about it. Her head was high, and Eden was on high alert. Being on her own could be dangerous. When was the last time she’d rested? It had been… a long time.
But she would enjoy the snow for now. The sun would be setting soon, and she’d need to find somewhere to hide away for the night. It would be the coldest yet, if she could guess, and she was a bit worried about that. No matter. Snow continued to fall around her shoulders, melting on her back and shoulders where it landed.
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