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[Nemeon]

NEMEON

Of all the seasons, winter has become Nemeon’s most and least favourite. The longer nights mean more time awake, less time as a lifeless statue frozen in whatever moment he was experiencing when the sun rose.

But he misses the colours of the other seasons. Misses opening his golden eyes and seeing life continuing without him. In winter, the world is slumbering with him during the day and slumbers without him at night. The darkness is thicker and he is more lonely.

He is glad when he starts seeing signs that the cold weather is beginning to loosen its grip, and the almost-adult is currently captivated by the emergence of snowdrops through the thin blanket of white crystals. His dark muzzle longs to brush against the blooms, to feel the softness of the delicate petals, but he refrains.

They would only be soft for a moment before they began to wilt and rot at his touch.

When Nemeon wishes for a little more light so that he could see them better than what the moon is giving him, he frowns - remembering some other wayward wishes. He hasn’t seen Anaise since, though he hadn’t really expected to. Not after she had disappeared. She sneaks into his mind sometimes as she does now, like the first hint of light on the horizon but when he turns his head to see more his world becomes black and cold and frozen instead.

Thinking about the dawn makes him uncomfortable - he could waste an entire night worrying about it. There are a few hours of moonlight and darkness left. He snorts and then sighs when his breath disturbs the snowdrops anyway, and he finally lifts his head and spares them from his attention.

@anaise