Midwinter Nights
She loved the quiet. All the small noises were amplified, and she she could pretend she was alone if she wanted to be.
She heard the whispers, and she knew they called her the Demon of the forest. She wouldn’t go that far, but it kept people from lurking in her woods too long.
If she needed sustenance, she could easily draw one of them to her. Staying well away didn’t keep them safe, but it kept them from panicking.
Panic she didn’t need–she wasn’t keen on having to move she was comfortable here, and was far too old to be settling into a new home now.
Midwinter was quiet, except for one thing. Solatice drew some intrepid souls to her forest, and she was always forced to deal with them, if they didn’t leave peacefully.
Invariably, one or two would get brave and it became a tradition of sorts. They celebrated the solstice, so she feasted on them for the New Year.
She was starting to like her tradition and hoped tonight would be as fruitful as years past. People would call her selfish, but she thought it benefitted all parties and planned to keep it that wa
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