elfin-looking

Updated: May 25, 2025

The aurora borealis flashed its brilliant shafts of color against the sable breast of heaven, the tall pines, stripped bare, every branch thick with snow and dropping icicles, stood, pale ghosts of the forest, shedding frozen tears the moon, more like steel than silver, shone frostily cold, her light seeming to deepen rather than soften the dreariness of the land and on on on they went, Britta enveloped to the chin in furs, steadily driving the strange elfin-looking steeds with their horned heads casting long distorted shadows on the white ground, and Philip beside her, urging her on with feverish impatience, while he listened to the smooth trot of the reindeer, the tinkle of the bells on their harness, and the hiss of the sledge across the sparkling snow.

Marie Corelli - Thelma