Zmori

Shaya wasn't ready. She lay curled up against Felir as the intense cold slowly began to embrace the dying land. Felir opened his golden eyes, blinking slowly. The autumn leaves on his oak branches were already beginning to shed. The crimson red leaves spun in the air, the golden leaves dancing with the wind as the sun-kissed leaves brushed against the earth. The clouds rolled by slowly across the rainbow sky, their wispy puffs streaking across the many colors of the heavens like paint to the canvas. The trees bowed to the wind's command, their canopies exploding in a flurry of fire. The golden grasses curled up and turned gray. The rivers tu