Trick

Found in the Glacier 2021-12-14 05:42:41

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Trick had been born of a rainstorm. Silver splashes under her paws, wind ruffling her fur, and gentle far off rumblings of thunder in her ears.
Perhaps she had not been born in a rainstorm. She didn't know now, and doubted she ever would.
It should have been snow, as she wended her way through great spires of ice. Sleet, maybe, or even hail.
But it was rain, blurred and divine.
Trick never wondered of her name. Perhaps it came from the rain, or the ice. If it was a keepsake of her past, it was nothing more than that.
Misty memories fading, with lancing lighting looking onward, and rain to trail her journey.