[Malcasia]

"From the darkening mist, onto the grey ice of the lake, something appeared. Her eyes widened when they adjusted to the figure of the creature. The source of the village legend...the white stag. His eyes glowed bright blue in the fog, his breath a puff of white in front of his soft grey muzzle. He didn't seem to notice her, yet, as he made his way onto the ice and cracked it with a hoof before stooping down to get a drink."

First, I want to thank Kam for the wonderful lines. This is a bit from a story I am working on about a girl in a village full of legends and superstitions. She sets out to find as many of them as she can and comes across this magnificient beast here, and winds up befriending him. How will it end? Will she be judged for going out in search of the Legend? Or will she be priased? That has yet to be decided ^.^Enjoy!