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[princeduality]

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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[swear_upon_me]

[ If there is a connection to be made between the landscape and fairytales, she does not make it. She has never known such stories nor will she ever. So instead of noting the smoke or the bare trees or the distant spires, she moves quietly from drift to drift, her bare feet leaving dark footprints as she goes.

The cold does not bother her, and when the snow hits her bare arms and her pale skin it does not melt. Behind her the hem of her dress trails upon the ground. ]

[itendsinfire]

[ Seth moves as every other human would move through the snow were they wearing chain mail: at a snail's pace and with just as much apparent purpose, the tip of the Firebrand's hilt leaving a thin trail of melting snow in the wake of his passage.

At first, he does not notice the woman; but, ah. Curiosity. He watches he and stays silent. ]

[swear_upon_me]

[ If she's noticed him, she gives no immediate indication that she has. Lifting one arm slightly, she allows her hand to move across the crest of wind as it picks up slightly. Her walking slows and then stops. Turning her face slightly towards him, she asks: ]

You stare.

[itendsinfire]

[ He says nothing. Who was this woman, to chide him for interest? ]

I do.

[ He inclines his head in greeting, at least. ]