Mar 16, 2017
@ofwiireiisms
“You seem lost.” Perching atop a tree branch, perhaps they look ominous as
the snow falls—or perhaps they look beautiful. Vanya likes to think they look
the latter. “You’re twenty miles away from the nearest trail. Could it be you’ve
taken a wrong turn?” White eyelashes flutter as they tilt their head. “How did
you even manage to make it this far without freezing to death, hm? It has been
many, many decades since someone has come to my little patch of the woods.”