Out by the lake, as the sun drifted down past the horizon, a light snowfall began drifting down from the sky and coating the ice with fluffy powder. As the moonlight began to shine it's pale blue over the island, a small Lonely stepped out of the brush of the treeline. It's hands, clutched next to it's to it's tail, was a small, purple plum.
For several minutes, the Lonely just wandered aimlessly over the lake, leaving a small trail of footprints in the fresh snow. Occasionally, the tiny creature would pause, and tilt it's head as it looked around, as if looking for something, until it spotted a second Lonely emerge from the trees also holding a plum.
As the two ran to meet each other on the bank of the frozen water, another Lonely and plum pairing found it's way into the area, and then another, and another. As the last rays of the sun faded away from the sky, a collection of dozens, if not hundreds of Lonelies spread out across the shores of the lake, all trading plums with each other and then trading them again, few trading tails or running back into the trees as they were rejected.
The night air, normally serene, carried the soft mutterings of the creatures on the wind. The cold was filled with Nyam's, Myn's and Hyama's as the Lonelies executed they're odd ritual party.
For several minutes, the Lonely just wandered aimlessly over the lake, leaving a small trail of footprints in the fresh snow. Occasionally, the tiny creature would pause, and tilt it's head as it looked around, as if looking for something, until it spotted a second Lonely emerge from the trees also holding a plum.
As the two ran to meet each other on the bank of the frozen water, another Lonely and plum pairing found it's way into the area, and then another, and another. As the last rays of the sun faded away from the sky, a collection of dozens, if not hundreds of Lonelies spread out across the shores of the lake, all trading plums with each other and then trading them again, few trading tails or running back into the trees as they were rejected.
The night air, normally serene, carried the soft mutterings of the creatures on the wind. The cold was filled with Nyam's, Myn's and Hyama's as the Lonelies executed they're odd ritual party.
