Jan 02 2018, 11:16 PM
Winter slithered along the worn paths through Orion, dodging the large boulders and crystals in her way. She had heard the news - the Three Kings were offering rewards for something as simple as colored stones. She smiled. She couldn't help but imagine beautiful blue ethereal wings sprouting from her back. She knew that they probably wouldn't give her flight, but, well, they would be pretty, right? That's all that they were.
She kept her eyes peeled and her tongue flicking to try and find a nice blue stone that she could bring back to the one that would give her those blue wings. However, her search was fruitless and she ended up running into lots of stalagmites in her haste to find them. So she continued sliding across the ground, grumpy and with a sore nose.
When I speak.
When I think.