It was a beautiful day. Sunlight gleamed brightly on the pure white snow. A nearby lake was frozen solid, light gray. A hint of color in this cold white fairy land. The trees bowed from the heavy weight of compressed snow. Under branches, icicles glittered brilliantly under the sun.
It was a peaceful day. The inhabitants of the forest had gone on, to the west. Those remaining rejoined their kin in the north. Predators were deep in their burrows or far from the vicinity. Chattering birds and an occasional snapping branch provided the only sound.
She stood alone in the mallorn forest. So mesmerized by the scene, she didn't feel her fea fading, didn't notice her body falling, slowly sinking down to the ground.
Her jet black hair and dark mourning clothes contrasted prettily with the snow. It was almost artistic.
It was a beautiful day. A beautiful day to go.