When one wanted to be alone in the Dreaming, one could be.
Lippa did not: there was not much
fun to be had in solitude, and there was not much warmth in solitude, either. Warmth was important in times like these: snow was, really, a stunning sight as it blanketed the ground, but it was also a chilly one, and furred as they were, guardians weren't meant to stand the cold seasons on their own.
So the sound of another doe (who seemed to be having fun), naturally, drew her attention. She'd been carving out patterns in the shadows of a tree she'd just helped relieve from its burden (and soon to be receiving more, but that was why she'd stayed), but now she ambled pleasantly over the snows, not one bit mindful of the cloven prints her hooves left behind. "
Hey!" she called as she ran, her voice coming out just a bit sterner than she meant it to.
Oh, but the hill was a tougher climb than it looked: it wasn't super steep but it was an incline, and there was
snow. She supposed the other doe had gotten accustomed to it, already; she was a little jealous. But she could certainly acclimatize, herself, right? "
Um - you wouldn't happen to have room for another beside you, would you?" she asked as she scaled the hill herself, cheeks pink already from the cold but pleased to have found company. Company that she hoped would allow her to stay.
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