Borealis' Woodlands

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The snow glistened on the forest floor, a single pair of footprints being the only sign of life. Borealis almost seemed to be floating as she walked through the forest. Her cloak, edged with frosts, billowed in the breezes that passed through the trees. Suddenly, she stopped, turning to face an unseen audience. "We're here, darling." As she spoke, Borealis pointed to a majestic tree, which was twenty feet tall and strung up with white lights. Borealis then slipped behind a nearby shrub and pulled out a box, which was full of ornaments. "Well? Aren't you going to help with the ornaments?" she inquired.