Cinniuint

She was alone. Cold, dark and alone. Bare feet on the frozen ground below her, feeling the moist nightcold rocks below her. Yet when she looked down, all she saw was non-ending blackness. She shivered, the white nightgown she was wearing not helping much to protect her from the cold. Her red tousled hair was strewn about her shoulders like a protective curtain, small pointed ears peeking out from between the tresses. When she turned around, she still saw nothing, and an uneasy feeling started filling her chest, clenching. How had she gotten here? Last thing she remembered was laying in her warm and comfortable bed, now that comfort was far l