#scarsdale

Out of the cold a moth flutters by, staring at a window... too cold. She should take form. But no.. if she goes to the window, she might have to explain . She still has some days left. Days to...do what is right? No, she's not strong enough, but maybe she can help in small bold ways.

A flutter, yes, it is time to get out of the cold, but not here. A moment later and the wings, threatening to harden, make their way to a trod. It will be warmer in the dreaming. Surely.

Zara is sensitive tot he window these days, movement sensed, the sash opened...?

And nothing, no one. Just a cold sky.

A soft sigh, and she closes the window once more.

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