At the edge of the creepily whispering technicolor forest, Gwyn found a lake.
Her heart leapt up into her throat at the sight of it, a warm, pleasant beating that made her feel truly happy for the first time since she had become separated from Duir and her father. She forgets about the terrible magic that had seemed to grip her the day before, in the midst of the yellow-flower forest, and even manages to drown out the horrible accusations it makes behind her. She does not notice the foreboding smallness of the wood encircling the lake, or that none of the trees tower tall as giants like they had in the northern forests of home; all she sees is the mirror-like, blue face of the water, and the reflections from the sky and clouds above dancing across it.
She spills down the side of a grassy rise at a canter, her hooves drumming on the frosty grass below. Feeling the cold pushed back by the rush of her blood, the maiden arrives at the shore in full spirits, her heart beating vigorously in her chest, and her ice blue eyes inquisitive and cheerful as she beholds the first thing to remind her home in all of the Rift.
The massive peak across the crystal water draws her admiration, its tall white peak almost blinding in the sun. The snowy world around her casts beams of light all around, and the water, smooth and undisturbed, almost seems to absorb them, holding the glow captive within the glass-like expanse of its blue depths. Occasionally, a fish breaks the serenity of the water face – or so Gwyn believes, anyway, as she makes her way around the shore, upturning various shells and stones in search of these “glowing” ones that the weird forest demanded of her.
[ OOC: Gwyn is collecting glowing rocks. :3 All are welcome. ]
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Siren's Summit
