S A M U E L
Sam liked Deepfrost. It was cold and unwelcoming, yes, but there was something in the quiet peace of the snow and the cleanness of the horizons. The world seemed calmer, softer even in the cold. He even loved the Long Night; it was a chance to indulge himself and hide away inside for a whole week with books.
He even liked the Luxere. Usually he hated animals, especially large ones; but there was something in the light of their antlers and the grace of their bodies. They were beautiful in a way that allowed him to forgive them for having very stompable hooves.
He had not expected to see any so early in the season, but his walk around the Oasis (now frozen, with the snow blowing over it; he shivered and brought his coat in tighter around his chest; he felt no cold but habits stuck) had been interrupted by the sight of a pair of bright antlers in the treeline nearby. Stopping in his tracks, he knelt down and held out a hand to the Luxere, trying to gently coax it in closer.
I AM THE OCEAN CLAWING AT YOUR MOON
