Against a winter backdrop no one could miss her; she was blacker than night with not even a fleck of difference in her fur. No dusting of snowfall could hide her from the world and her stare was vibrant, so why did she feel so transparent? Something woozy and peculiar was filling the empty space between her bones. Everything was coming up Ava, so why did such a disconcerting sensation demand to be felt?
Despite herself she'd made habits in the Lore. When her mind wandered her paws would follow suit and she found herself in familiar places: today, the Willows. It was the first place she'd found solace - from a knight who very much resembled the current landscape - and it beckoned to her. Somewhere in her subconscious she accepted the invitation to comfort, if the surroundings could ease her uncertainty once again. But this time was different from the last. The leaves were touched by the delicate snow that fell around her , leaving them so pale they very nearly matched the white backdrop, and frozen that when she passed beneath them their frostbite touch sent a chill down her straightened spine. As the branches fell away Ava emerged into nothing more than a mere clearing, but the atmosphere transformed nature into magic.
Sunlight broke from the clouds lining the sky and caught each individual falling flake as it streaked through the skeleton branches, reflecting against every surface and surrounding her in a surreal glow. The hidden world was so pristine, so still. Never had a winter felt colder and while the wind did not blow it infiltrated her system anyhow, driving out her befuddled burden and filling the empty cracks with a cold stillness so absolute that she felt she'd frozen within the grotto. The typically lithe branches surrounded her like a ribcage, winter stiff and protecting and yet so open. They did not cloak her like the last time she was here, out in the warm fall weather beneath heavy darkness and full leaves. Shrouded by the night she blended in, her dark fur disappearing and leaving just her eyes burning. Here Ava stuck out more sorely than anything and her gold-glazed stare paled in comparison to the way the world dazzled around her.
The silence was so peaceful, filling her head through her ears. The brightness surrounded her like a reverie, out shined her in every respect, and yet Ava was content to feel so small. Captive to its grandeur, she was more than pleased to seat herself a moment and revel in the unexpected wonderland.