[RE] Turn the white snow red as strawberries in the summertime

She, too, heard the cry, and left her shop to see what had caused such a great uproar. Red Luxere was, indeed, a strange event: in her years the girl had not seen or heard of such a mutation, and her curiosity was such that she could not stand idly by. Had her grandmother been there, the old woman would have dragged Amalia out with neither coat nor boot. As it was the baker took her time, calming the fire and dressing appropriately before trudging out into the snow. The poor beast had garnered an audience, and Amalia was far from the first to arrive. Approaching the place where Ronin and Remi stood, the golden haired girl shook her head sadly. "They're not," she confirmed to Remi's question, deep voice heavy with mourning for the creature. How lonely, how harsh, to be the only one of your ilk, an aberration, alone-! and the girl's heart ached for the creature, for loneliness was a feeling she knew too well. "We should sing, to calm him. They enjoy song." With quiet movements the girl drew closer, a shaky tune that steadily strengthened coming from her throat. "The winter moon is shining bright, the Long Night log is burning, "Good people gather 'round tonight, the world again is turning. "Welcome, sing to the sun, now rising in the dark sky! "Welcome, sing everyone, your praises to our lord, Vi!" Cautiously she inched further forward, hoping to soothe and not frighten the wounded creature. amalia There is a color that shines through your skin Like the moon on the wind, when I dare bear you in