Post by muffin on Sept 14, 2023 12:50:29 GMT
It was the birth of Leaffall; the night’s rain was now puddles or cold moisture, collected onto whatever it could grip. Cora did not bother stepping around the pools in the occasional dent in the earth. Dipping her head low to slip through a thicket, not too sure of where she would be going, Cora made her way to a large moor. The morning sun was already brightening the sky to a lovely pink, blue, and yellow mix. The tall grass danced in the seemingly empty field. It was so quiet, although she had left the place she was resting to flee from it. Not long ago, when her owner had been alive, she took solace in silence; it was gentle, but this quiet was so loud that it made her feel deaf. The chattering of birds and the creaking of wind running through branches only felt like a vibration. No sound, no laughter, and no joy would be found through them. For whatever reason, Cora stayed where she was. She was exhausted from coming this far, but she dared not sit. The previous shower added to a cold leaffall made the grass freezing and wet. She looked up at the western sky, letting herself be dazed by its beauty.
