Isolation
It was cold - it was cold and dark. It was cold, and it was dark, and Noreis couldn’t see.
He shivered, trying to push his head above the surface. He had been hibernating with his sister. He had been hibernating with Sister and Mother and Father and Brother-
A shudder racked his body, shaking him from head to toe. He was sitting in a wet hole, and he was alone, and he was cold. He struggled upward, pulling himself out of the sopping hole bit by bit - out of the cold and the wet and the dark-
He breached the surface himself, a task usually made simpler by the assistance of his parents. He shook himself, splaying out his wings under the-
Under the snow?
He was in the Ashfall Wastes! He was in the warm! The warm and dry, not this- this- this wet sopping lonely slush!
He had to find his family. He streched out his wings further- they were nearly fully grown, but he still couldn’t fly. He had to walk, but he would find his family.
Zida huffed, running across the ashen snow. She hated the Wastes. The shifting underneath played havoc with the landscape. The surface moved and separated the underneath and separated families and separated landmarks-
She couldn’t find anyone! They were on the border of the Wastes now - when they went into hibernation, they were in the Emberglow Hearth! Now they were next to the Great Forge!
She had told her parents it was a bad idea! She had told them!
Now all she could do is hope she found the others in time.
This is where I’ll put my experiences with the Pinkerlocke challenge. I’ve started with two
Rules are found here!
(Summarized + my additions in the next post.)
{Paused during Festivals}
    
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