So let your heart, sweet heart Be your compass when you're lost Leaving the chilled water behind, Madelyn is still met with the cold. The buckskin mare’s body shivers from the bitter, frozen land that surrounds her. She can fill the icy hands of the isle taking a hold of her, digging deep into her pores and engraving their mark on her bones. Despite the cold, she still wears her smile. A wild smile of happiness that could truly never be wiped off her face. Madelyn gathers her thoughts now, leaving behind all traces regarding the weather. Thinking about the cold would do her no good. She had finally made it to Icicle Isle. Now it was time she found her way to the heart-shaped pond. Her hazel gaze searches the area of the frozen ground that stretches out before her from the shoreline. Ignoring the cold and finally having her thoughts gathered, it has become clear to her that there are two paths. Both paths lead deep into the frozen isle. The dreamer considers the path before her. Deciding which one would take her to the heart-shaped pond could either be left or right. Madelyn isn’t sure what path was the correct one. There were no visible signs to indicate which way to go. Suddenly, there is a warm breeze. Odd, she thinks. Her smile widens though, as the warm breeze ruffles her coat. But she already knows who sends the wind. The mercy they show for them, despite bringing the plague, warms her. The faeries were always so forgiving, even times like these. Madelyn thanks the faeries silently. However, she turns her focus back onto the paths at hand. She must decide. But what way? The warm wind then suddenly blows cold. The sky above her darkens. Her hazel eyes look up to the sky, watching as snow-heavy clouds roll in quickly over the frozen land. Quickly, heavy flakes start to fall. She turns her gaze back onto the path. Each of the paths are quickly becoming harder to see. I need to decide now! She clamors to herself silently. Left or right? Right or left? The wind howls around her, blinding her from everything she had once previously seen. It pushes her forward. Madelyn stumbles to the left. Her eyes catch onto the worn ground underfoot of the left path. Left it is then, she decides firmly with a nod of her buckskin head. She moves forward onto the left pathway. Pushing forward through heavy snowfall that piles in front of her while keeping her head low. The wind howls around her, sending the heavy flakes and dry snow-dust everywhere. Her gaze remains low, keeping an eye on the worn ground underfoot. It was the only thing that would be her guide. The only way she would get out of the storm. To find the heart-shaped pond. She was determined. So, she presses on and continues to follow along the left pathway. Madelyn you wanna give up 'cause it's dark |
