FOTD 2021

Murring softly in the warm fluff that Mercy found sitting in a tree, it was a breezy and cold day today. The snippy winds had come from the north and froze over anything that managed to melt in the beating sun rays that started to signal the spring was coming. A spring that was far too long away and highly welcome for the orb shaped bird who explored mostly on his own. Small and size but oh so curious, he knew his riders would worry but he always went back home when the sweet elf called for him.

Feeling a wind carrying some of the frosted snowflakes through the arrid cold forrest, he hunkered back down into the brown colored coat he came across. Wondering why it was there but also knew it was useless to wonder about something that would provide no answers. For now he just enjoyed it, peeking his head back out to look over the abandoned object.

Muti brown like the wolves that wandered the area and far more softer, it looked like a coat he’d see in some of the black and white films Folkren would put on the tv before settling down for a warm cuddle with the celestial one. It was long fur everywhere, no sign of buttons unless you dug into the lightly crisped outside layer made from melted snowflakes that hardened once more on the coat. It was long in length, even while hanging up on a branch the ends swept the barren ground that laid beneath is the dead grass that would regrow come that time.

For the wind sir, as many questions as he had about it he also took it as a saving grace. It was a place to rest until the winds died down, and that was enough.