Snow...?
It was cold. Lydia had taken out her winter coat and scarf and gloves for the occasion and is now in the gardens, stretching her legs, arms crossed over herself for added warmth and eyes to the sky as she walks.
The snow that comes signals the arrival of the White Witch, but she doesn't know it. Who could? It's the season for snow after all. When the white flakes begin to fall from the sky she looks upwards and laughs some in amazement, moving a gloved hand up to catch the flakes.
A smile grazes her lips and her eyes light up. Please, feel free to bother her, she would love a companion in this snowy weather.
The snow that comes signals the arrival of the White Witch, but she doesn't know it. Who could? It's the season for snow after all. When the white flakes begin to fall from the sky she looks upwards and laughs some in amazement, moving a gloved hand up to catch the flakes.
A smile grazes her lips and her eyes light up. Please, feel free to bother her, she would love a companion in this snowy weather.