The last time the ebony fae had been here it had been winter, but the winter of a different year. A part of her had hoped that the home she had found would become more than just a shelter from the cold. Some minor chaos had given Imke the impression that it was time to leave, and so she had. She had returned to this deep dark forest which had for months been her shelter while she reacquainted herself to the strange ways of the land she had been born in.
Her figure was still slight, though where previously she had been lanky and somewhat adolescent, she had grown into her femininity. Her bubblegum pink tresses and tail made her distinctive in the relative darkness under the shade of the trees. The air was chill, and the trees provided some shelter from the wind. Imke found herself dwelling on the only two individuals she had come to know with any sort of familiarity; Dahmer and Pesky. One was a dark stud with striking blue eyes, an attractive example of masculinity in her opinion. The other had been little more than a colt when she had stumbled upon him playing in the snow, tough he was old enough to be beginning to feel the urges of adulthood. She wondered what had happened to them, for she had seen neither in what seemed to be a long space of time.
She began to dig through the layer of snow, hoping to find some of the foliage beneath it intact enough to be edible. She had no idea of her next steps; perhaps head toward the field in a bid to find more company. This had not been her plan when she returned to Beqanna, she had hoped to find a place to belong, for with her unique features, finding a place to fit in was some times difficult.
Imke
Carved from marble, smoother than the storm