A cloud on the fringe by ScereyahaDreamweaver, literature
Literature
A cloud on the fringe
Tree had been right, nestled into the side of the great hill, with the neon sun smeared across the clouds and snowy stretches alike, it was not so cold today. It looked like being up a mountain high in the sky, the snow stretched out beneath like clouds and the other clouds above obscured the rising sun just enough to make it look like a neon orb. The hill had always seemed like a mountain to cloud, but then, he had never seen mountains. The illusion created by the lumpy, snowy plains was unbroken, even by evidence of his own people; as it should be. It was like actually being a cloud. He felt safe here. He felt like he was properly following
Cloud's flashback by ScereyahaDreamweaver, literature
Literature
Cloud's flashback
He had encountered a human person once. A little girl, barely three if he could tell human ages right. She had strayed too far from her camp in the woods, her parents sleeping. She had been small and looked soft, her limbs seeming even stubbier than adult humans, for how plump they were. Here eyes were bright blue and her hair a golden colour, in two strands on the side of her head. He watched her till early morning, wandering around, sleeping on moss, her red dress getting covered in mud. He knew he was not supposed to get close, but the woods were not really safe for her either, and she was so small. He knew from what he had heard already t