I dreamt of her.



She was swimming in a very cold lake, down to the depths, but she was whispering strange things to me all in a language I couldn't understand logically, but could.. Feel the meaning of.

Suddenly, the dream changed, and I stood in a silent forest, listening. The sagging pines were heavy with wet ice on them, and the ground was being blanketed from light snowfall.

I sought her out, and suddenly she appeared as if from nowhere in front of me. She was adorned in a sage colored hooded cloak, wolf pelts, and opal jewelry.

She danced, weaving between the trees, and at her feet was scattered a mist of silver. When she'd touch the trunk of a tree, hot sap would begin dripping from the pine needles, melting the snow where they dropped, sprouting white wild flowers from the ground.