Nourah walked along the deep arctic paths of ice and snow. Grey clouds shined a clean misty glass on the earth's skin with each second pass. Nourah, drew back her cotton and down cloak's hood, to breath the fresh and crisp chilly air. She leaned against a birch tree, the same pure color as the ice around her - white.
As Nourah continued her journeys through the Arctic wilderness, in search of enlightenment of the frosty norths - two white tipped ears spun into motion behind a old poppy bush. How adorable thought Nourah as she stepped forward to witness the what seemed to be rabbit. The large creature as it turned out to be was nearly three and a half feet tall. A rather tall bunny Nourah noticed. But by far the height of the creature was not its unique qualities and difference.
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The rabbit was lined with a white holy fur. Sparkling like glitter in the clear sunlight and silver glazed flora. The rabbit resembled much of a goddess. In fact, Nourah quickly recalled her days in Druid study of the deities of the universe. Mepsitahl was her name. Goddess of Neptune. The deep planet of the seas and waters. The Goddess when invoked could clearly teach you of clairvoyance and telepathy. A remarkable creature indeed was this rabbit.
As Nourah wrote in her Druid book of this rabbit’s discovery, a small snow flake drifted onto the parchment in which she wrote. The majestic and delicate snow flake melted as she wrote. When she replaced her eyes of the rabbit, a small change had occurred. Upon the forehead of the little rodent, a small silver shine reflected into Nourah's eyes. It was clear as a crystal frozen lake. A birthmark of no doubt was placed in the center of this rabbit's brow. A tiny snow flake, of the most intricate patterns. Amazing thought the Druid Elder! As she quickly added the insight to her book of shadows, Nourah wrote:
"..The grey animal resembling a rabbit* braces the sign of snow...”
Another snow flake planted itself on the parchment leafs of the book. This time, a great magic occurred, and the frozen water did not evaporate into the paper - but scorched the mark of the arctic on the notes. By far this was too much of a coincidence, and the story lives to be told as a miracle and a sign of the Great Goddess - that this animal is sacred to Nature, and to the Druids...