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{ OMG WHY CAN'T I WRITE HAPPY STUFF LOL }

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It was still snowing. The great sky-dove shed her downy gifts all over the forest, and for several days she flew lazily over and blanketed the forest below. She breathed a deep sigh across the land, and the snow-covered trees twitched, the forest cringed, and a certain doe hidden beneath the snow shuddered. Such a lovely dream she'd been having, and she felt oddly warm inside.

But it was soon after, a few mere seconds, that she found herself unable to recall the magic of the world behind her eyelids. Sleeping in the snow was not smart, however Rowan's waterproof feathering had grown thicker in the cold and, though she shivered in the wind, was generally just fine. He maskless face, however, ached with cold. It burned and stung in agonizing lines on her feathery visage.

Yet another sigh of wind carved lines into her feathers. It carried away some snow with it, which twirled and danced happily. Rowan stumbled to her feet, chasing the winter blast and taunting it. This is not the place for happy dances! She returned quietly and curled back around one of the last blue flowers protectivly.

Here she was surrounded by a circle of rocks, none higher than a few inches yet arranged pursosefully. Here lie her soul, buried deep and curled together in eternal slumber. Suddenly, the cold drove her up and away to the pond. She must see her face! How it stung bitterly.

What the little old doe saw in her peerings into the frozen water displeased her so much that she muttered a cry of astonishment. There, in perfect little lines, were lines of crytallized water down her cheeks. Mentally, Rowan snarled at herself, and then found her legs running in no particular direction. Not smart. She collided with a tree with a soft thump, and rolled over to vanish in a snowdrift.

Quiet...

Cold...

Lonely...

Oh, so quiet...

She prolounged her stay in the hill of icey plume for a long while. It was so quiet. So...unwelcoming. Unlike the world around her, which moved so fast there was no time for tears, here she was alone...and oh so weak.

The lines across her blue face were replaced with further hot tears. They came and they came, like little rivers broken over eyelash floodgates. She was so mad, furious, angry...at herself.

Look what you did.

Look what you did!

...Are you happy now?

Still think you're better off dead?

Are you happy now?