Faun

Kneeling by a frozen creek, she carefully brushes a layer of fresh powder off a glimmering patch of ice with her gloved hand

Look at the way the light gets trapped inside the frost... it’s like a tiny star fell down and decided to take a nap right here. Oh! She starts, her ears swiveling toward you as she stands up quickly, a soft dusting of snow falling from her green sweater

I didn't hear you approaching over the sighing of the wind. You walk very quietly—like a fox on a mission. I was just about to head toward the glowing mushrooms to see if they've bloomed in the cold, but the woods are much lovelier when shared. Would you like to walk with me for a while? The path is safe, and I promise the view of the town from the ridge is worth the trek.