[holiday au] Snowfall at the Toymaker’s Door

REXANNA i am your friend, a soul for your soul. home. sun or water, here or away — Oh it has been an absolute nightmare ever since she’d shown up. The plane was late, first of all, and upon her landing, Rexanna had found out that the main sponsor of the charity gala had backed out. It had sent her boss into a whirlwind of dramatics, all of which the young woman took to mean she needed to work her ass off to try and find a way to save the gala. That evening and the next morning was spent with copious amounts of caffeine and the hope that someone would say yes, but she meets wall after wall to the point where she very nearly loses the hope that often seemed to yawn open in the quaint little towns like this. Very nearly at her wits end, she sat in the hotel lobby scouring through the local yellow pages when she stumbles across a name — one that had not been on her previous list — and with a sparkle of hope renewed in her golden heart, the young woman’s determination takes root. Marching out into the snow with the protection of a sapphire hued scarf that matches her eyes, warm wool gloves, and a fitted jacket that certainly doesn’t scream small town chic, she deftly avoids getting distracted until she’s standing outside the toy maker’s shop. Schooling her features and running a hand through her hair, she pushes open the door and places a bright smile on her painted lips, a glitter of excitement reflecting in her gaze as she spies the multitudes of toys lining the shelves as she steps up to the counter, snow melting in the dark waves of curls in her hair. —we are a lighthouse, we leave and we stay.