Sex: Femaleearly afternoon, light snow | all welcome!
She was getting bolder. Exploring more, going further. It didn’t mean she was any less anxious (thanks to both of her parents). But it meant she was getting better. And she was getting tired of her sister pestering her because it was supposed to be the other way around. She was supposed to bully Lilliana. As older twin, that was her job. Not to be the victim of her sister’s passive aggressiveness and nonsense rhymes.
The pale Stark headed south, skirting around the lake her father was so fond of. The lake with the floating islands that her and Oksana were going to swim to, one day. Once the snow had disappeared and the temperature increased. Today’s adventure involved something different—something new. So she continued south, admiring the towering trees that surrounded her as snow cascaded from the grey sky above, dusting both her and foliage she passed by. She made sure she kept track of where she was going, by marking trees and committing peculiar landmarks ton memory. Getting lost was not on the agenda—her mother and father would have an absolute fit if she didn’t make it home before dark. Which was why she had slunk away in the early hours of the morning, just after her father had left for his patrols.
Her pace slow as she studied the towering evergreens, her bottom jaw slack as it fell into a soft O shape. The trees here were different than the redwoods back home, but they were just as magnificent.