FIRST SNOW.Before the cold is long and bitter, snow falls once, gently, and comes to rest over the fallen leaves and chilled land like the softest blanket. It's not much, and certainly the sun will dry it away before dark, but until then all is white
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A winter phantom, lost perhaps. But less concerned with where she is than the falling snow, the frosty chill. She seems enamored with the weather, wandering along the dirt path in a thick fur coat with her eyes tilted upwards toward the sky. ]
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Keep yourself warm, little one.
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Thank you, but I do not mind the cold.
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She has not yet reached the pitch of her cruelty.
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No, this winter is still mild. [ She agrees softly. Back home, the winters were fierce. Unforgiving. ] But the snow is a small comfort to me.
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[ A tentative question. The spirit tilts her head, perhaps a bit eager to know. ]
You are a friend to winter?
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The youngest of us four. She is still so innocent and so very cruel, I wonder if others notice it of her. Always, I wonder this as it is time to leave the worlds in her care.
I wonder if she is loved, as I love her, or despised as our brothers often claim.
[Lydia is a simple kind of girl, when she realizes she's been rambling at someone poor spirit she looks a bit embarrassed with herself.
She has always maintained the most friendly contact with man and beast and living things, not like the scornful Burning Path or the manipulative Spring. Not like flighty Blizzardseason, who only makes herself known to one or two of them in an innumerable number of years.]
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I can think of nothing I love more than winter. Winter is my happiness.
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Thank you.
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the wind didn't give her a name, either. stranger? dangerous? hard to tell. he was taught to show repsect to all of those kind, though. the best he could do (beyond the constant staring) was curl an arm around his waist and drop into a bow.
hopefully she wouldn't smite him just for staring.]
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She hesitates before speaking. Her voice is soft, but it seems to be carried on the wind-- everywhere at once, like the whisper of snow in a storm. ]
Please, rise. I am no great power that you should bow to me.
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Th. They say you're...[ahm.] Stranger--[no, wait-]Foreign?
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Yes. My home is far from here. [ A pause, then with tentative curiosity: ] Who speaks to you?
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