New perspective

MaeA Reveling in the sudden and quite unexpected freedom granted by the arrival of the Spark Bird, Maea roamed the streets with a giddy sense of rebellion. Though the skies remained dark, the sun absent as Longnight persisted around the Hollowed Ground, the deep snow sparkled on the rooftops and turned the terrors of the night into something beautiful. It was a sight Maea had never seen before. Not like this, never at this time of year. Never during this week. Even as she strolled past abandoned houses, ruined buildings and the jumbled homes of the people who called the domiciles their home she jumped at the shadows of the alleyways, keeping well away from whatever piles of rubble or crevices she passed. Who knew what might still lurk in the shadows? The bird was as bright and beautiful as the stories had promised, but could anyone really know if all the things were true? It still worried her to hear the sounds of laughter and glee from the square before the perch, where naturals and outlanders alike reveled in delight at the break from weeklong terror. What if the monsters heard and came for the bird? What if some did not fear the fire and light and... But though common sense told her to go back inside, Maea couldn't stand to return to the Rathskellar. If anything she wanted to return to her brothers house, make sure they were safe, see how the children were faring and tell them about the miracle that had occurred. It was tempting... But the circle of light did not extend that far. are Bending down, she scooped up a handful of snow and shaped it into a snowball. Throwing it high up into the air, the girl watched it fall back down and break apart on the ground, only to quickly reform again. It began rolling downhill, and with a faint smile she followed after, quietly hoping it would not wind up knocking anyone over as the snowball kept growing. you're so cold, but you feel alive.