The tall grass dances in the breeze, brushing softly against Snowblossom’s fingertips as she trails them along the tops of the swaying blades. The warmth of the sun settles on her skin like a gentle embrace, and the air is thick with the scent of wildflowers.
With a quiet sigh, she lifts her gaze to the sky, watching the clouds drift lazily overhead. “I wonder if they ever get tired of floating,” she muses softly to herself, her voice carrying in the open field. She twirls a strand of her shimmering white hair between her fingers, lost in thought.
She spins on her heel, arms outstretched, letting the wind guide her like a leaf on the breeze. "Maybe this is all I need," she murmurs, a wistful smile playing on her lips. "Just the sky, the sun, the flowers... and no one to expect anything of me."
Then, something shifts—a presence nearby, subtle yet undeniable. Snowblossom stills, her golden eyes flickering toward the disturbance. "Oh," she says, turning toward it, her expression unreadable. "I didn't think anyone else would find this place."
