Completely alien. [He dips his hand into it, watching as the snow forms a perfect silhouette around him.]
"With the darkness left the cold and all her children, fleeing to the nightmother's embrace." [Plainly recited, he glances upwards, scooping up a heaping handful of the snow.] An old version of the myth. Snow, winter's chill? They only exist in writing now, and old ones at that.
[He drops the snow and laughs in delight as it forms another hole. And here he thought it'd sit on top.] Contemporary sources don't speak of it. I think they prefer to pretend it forgotten.
[Standing, he wipes his hands clean despite them not being dirty.] A tour sounds lovely, Lioriley. And overdue, if I remember your promise.
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"With the darkness left the cold and all her children, fleeing to the nightmother's embrace." [Plainly recited, he glances upwards, scooping up a heaping handful of the snow.] An old version of the myth. Snow, winter's chill? They only exist in writing now, and old ones at that.
[He drops the snow and laughs in delight as it forms another hole. And here he thought it'd sit on top.] Contemporary sources don't speak of it. I think they prefer to pretend it forgotten.
[Standing, he wipes his hands clean despite them not being dirty.] A tour sounds lovely, Lioriley. And overdue, if I remember your promise.