No tears left to cry || Kylin

[Nymf]

Nymf's wings spread out beside her, their cream and coppered span breathtakingly impressive against the gray blue of the sky. Below her the frigid landscape of Beqanns sprawled out as far as the eye could see, draped in the dull colors of autumn. It wasn't often that the copper tipped mare remained so long outside of Nerine. Winter's imminent arrival would soon see her safely returned home, the unpredictable weather of winter making travel not advisable. This time, however, she found herself farther from the beaches than normal.

Below her a vast field stretched itself as far as her sight could reach. Fatigued from her flight the temptation of summer's last remnants of grass drew her her downward. Tucking her wings against her sides her legs braced for impact, landing with a gentle and effortless thud. All around her the musky scent of fallen leaves and bark accosted her senses. Glancing around, she found that she was nearly alone - except for one other. Not too far in the distance a lavender tinted mare stood alone...

Nymf

I Have No Tears Left To Cry

@[Kylin]