As her last nerves fray, the temperature around her drops. “Ah!” She cries out as a tiny, lone snow flake slips past the end of her nose. She can’t lose control, not now, not here! She closes her eyes and breathes in and out, trying to slow the rapid beating of her heart. Maybe she’d been foolish to come. She doesn’t want to end up hurting someone else.
“Good Morning! Hallooo!” Her brown eyes fly open and alight upon the stranger that’s now walking towards her across the plain. “Oh uh … hello.” She panics, voice faltering - it’s too late now, there’s no time to run and hide.
She freezes as white suddenly flashes at the edge of her vision (oh no, not now!) but relaxes when she realizes that it’s a pair of little white weasels, wrestling in the melting snow. She lets out a short, startled laugh, then raises her head to look at the stranger (a roan stallion) as he draws near. “I’m Eira.” She jumps with a start when she notices the large tortoise plodding along at the stallion’s side. What on earth kind of place is this?!
Normally she’d be struck dumb by the knowledge that a tortoise is speaking, but the stallion has already caught her attention with something else. Weasels … made of snow? She lets out a little gasp as the creatures bowl into each other and explode into millions and millions of tiny snow flakes. “H … how?” Her eyes, wide and round, look up to the stallion’s face. “How did you do that?”
Maybe she hadn’t been so foolish after all.
“Good Morning! Hallooo!” Her brown eyes fly open and alight upon the stranger that’s now walking towards her across the plain. “Oh uh … hello.” She panics, voice faltering - it’s too late now, there’s no time to run and hide.
She freezes as white suddenly flashes at the edge of her vision (oh no, not now!) but relaxes when she realizes that it’s a pair of little white weasels, wrestling in the melting snow. She lets out a short, startled laugh, then raises her head to look at the stranger (a roan stallion) as he draws near. “I’m Eira.” She jumps with a start when she notices the large tortoise plodding along at the stallion’s side. What on earth kind of place is this?!
Normally she’d be struck dumb by the knowledge that a tortoise is speaking, but the stallion has already caught her attention with something else. Weasels … made of snow? She lets out a little gasp as the creatures bowl into each other and explode into millions and millions of tiny snow flakes. “H … how?” Her eyes, wide and round, look up to the stallion’s face. “How did you do that?”
Maybe she hadn’t been so foolish after all.
EIRA
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