The day of their departure was calm. The clouds were like long feathers. Ripples in the sky. It looked beautiful at dawn.
The vast forest surrounding the falls was like a dark sea. Beams of orange light filtered through the carrying shapes of the leaves of the trees. Raining down on the forest ground. It looked ethereal and wondrous.
Woosh!
As swift as the wind, a blurry of white dashed with hurriedness, passing through the rows of trees like a phantom. Large paws created dents on the earth as the animal hastily bolted through the trees. Swishing against the wind, Strands of white hair glowed a golden light as it passed through the beams of light from the crowning trees.
With the scent of rain and the cool wind brushing against his face, Moulin felt the thrill of the unknown filling him inside. Riding on the Opallian beast's back, he urged Snow to run faster with a pat on the head. With a twinkle in his eyes, Snow gladly obeyed his master, feeling the excitement as well.
