it harms like a lamb; leilan

[Kora]

As the warmth threatens to penetrate the ice that encases her, the cold that surrounds her deepens. Though the coming season could only be considered the mildest of summers while on the Isle, the Winter in her veins reacts. Retaliates. Through rays of sunlight, she brings a chilly gale that frosts the leaves and layers the hardy grasses with a skimming of snow. She is pacing – Leander’s stubbornness was wearing her thin. Just this morning, he’d said to her between fits of coughing, ‘If you’re staying, I’m staying.’ Though she had managed to evade the subject of leaving the Isle altogether thus far, there were times when she felt that her winged brother could see right through her – and this morning had been one of them. ‘What makes you think I’m staying?’ She had asked, her voice just as whisper-soft as it had been before. Yet he’d only had to look at her with her father’s brown eyes for her to feel his knowing. That feeling had angered her – an old feeling of transparency – and without another word, she abruptly left. As she stalks through a grove of young saplings, bringing Winter in her wake, she takes notice of a stranger up ahead. A stallion, still some distance away. Quickly Kora veers aside, meaning to avoid a potential interaction completely – and perhaps she might have gotten away with it, if it weren’t for the sudden burst of cold wind and the tendrils of frost that reach the place where he stood; if he were to look around, he might just see the last of her gold-and-white frame as it disappears behind an alcove of nearby spruce trees. kora vanished winterchild of riagan and rayelle

@[Leilan]