Man On The Moon

SETTING:
Weather: overcast
 cold
 mid-day
TERRITORY: Nocturne Summit

With winter now in full swing the small boy sought to meet up with Mintaka. It had been a while since he saw the young girl, and since then he was telling nothing but whimsical stories to anyone who would listen. Mintaka this, Mintaka that. Dawn till dusk.

Having outgrown the need for a babysitter Primrose traveled on his own without so much as a word to his parents. He was nearly a yearling now, and with that,  newfound bravery was seeded and starting to grow. He took strolls, he hunted small game, he patrolled the borders. Primrose, in his own eyes, was shaping up to be an adult ready for his own adventures! 

Singing a tune with a prance in his step, the fawn-colored lad skipped and jumped to the rhythm of his voice across the glade, kicking up snow where he landed and brushing aside pebbles on the mountain path--

 Until he slipped, falling to the side and rolling down the mountain with a hollered yelp. The world spun—twisting and turning, black and grey. Black and grey. Black and grey.

 Slamming his back into a sturdy birch trunk the boy immediately was met with darkness, air pulled from his lungs and strewn across the ground and amongst the snow and twigs.

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Help came shortly after in the form of a young boy he met just a  moon ago, sadly—primrose did not notice the other. He was already departed from this world, on his way to a new adventure. One where, perhaps, he may be an actual prince, with an actual knight in an actual kingdom.

Blood had already seeped from the wound wrapped around his head, pooling against his spine and flooding the snowy ground. And if one were to not pay it any mind—to not look at the horrible scene, perhaps the pale boy would look as if he was sleeping peacefully. Dozing silently in the snow in a crown of twigs akin to that of thorns.