The autumn morning air has turned cold and frost clings to the grass of the meadow in thick crystals, but Zohariel is not thinking about either of these things. The chill of the air is a distant concern, not worth worrying about even if she wasn’t distracted - and she cannot see the frost clinging to the grass because she is surrounded by a pocket of night.
She knows that dawn has already come - she had watched it happen and she had admired the way the light had turned the frost golden. The bright red sun had only just cleared the tops of the trees when night had suddenly come again. The shadows that have been surrounding the yearling more and more lately grew dense until she could swear she could make out stars if she looked up.
The darkness obscures the landscape around her, and she can’t tell that night hasn’t returned to the entirety of the meadow - just her immediate surroundings. Extending out a dozen or so feet in every direction and it follows her as she paces, trying to discover the edges of this strange darkness. After stopping and turning and taking a few steps in a few different directions she gives up with a frustrated huff.
And then she does the only other thing she can think of to do - she closes her eyes and tries to relax. Maybe if she does that, whichever part of herself that is holding onto the night will let go and the sun can fall around her as it should be doing.
She knows that dawn has already come - she had watched it happen and she had admired the way the light had turned the frost golden. The bright red sun had only just cleared the tops of the trees when night had suddenly come again. The shadows that have been surrounding the yearling more and more lately grew dense until she could swear she could make out stars if she looked up.
The darkness obscures the landscape around her, and she can’t tell that night hasn’t returned to the entirety of the meadow - just her immediate surroundings. Extending out a dozen or so feet in every direction and it follows her as she paces, trying to discover the edges of this strange darkness. After stopping and turning and taking a few steps in a few different directions she gives up with a frustrated huff.
And then she does the only other thing she can think of to do - she closes her eyes and tries to relax. Maybe if she does that, whichever part of herself that is holding onto the night will let go and the sun can fall around her as it should be doing.
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