Through the mist and into a copse of trees Amalia finds herself running, searching for whatever it is that's called her through this desperate dream. She follows the feeling, blind in the white, until a chill takes her and forces her to stop in her headlong run.
The now-qilin-and-girl considers her options keenly, looking about with wild eyes and hooves pawing at the ground. A moment's hesitation catches her breath - and then she continues on into the cold, pushing through fear in her desperation, searching for the allure of the unknown.
Amalia continues on the ice path
The now-qilin-and-girl considers her options keenly, looking about with wild eyes and hooves pawing at the ground. A moment's hesitation catches her breath - and then she continues on into the cold, pushing through fear in her desperation, searching for the allure of the unknown.
Amalia continues on the ice path