Cordelia
There is something about a world blanketed in snow. Quiet, serene, glistening in its splendor. All that glitters isn't gold. Not in a snowy oasis like this. Her cloven hooves sink into the snowfall, breaths coming out in gentle puffs, fogging the air as she scents it. She drops her head, nosing at the ground, picking up on a scent that's other. Cordelia follows after it, head bobbing as she walks, eyes scanning back and forth for anything that sticks out to her.
It isn't until the faint sound of jingling catches her attention, making her ears twitch, pausing mid step. Her body frozen and waiting. The jingling sounds again and she takes another tentative step forward. How curious.
It isn't until the faint sound of jingling catches her attention, making her ears twitch, pausing mid step. Her body frozen and waiting. The jingling sounds again and she takes another tentative step forward. How curious.
Barefoot in the wildest winter
Catching my death
Catching my death
