Two hours from cloud to earth

[stockingfeats]

snowfall

Snow... that curiously peaceful, curiously quiet, curiously magical winter weather. And here you are out in it.


scenarios

1. It's a winter wonderland, just where you want to be.
   
2. The best part about snow is getting inside and having some hot cocoa by a warm fire. Or something stronger, perhaps?
   
3. There's nothing like snowfall to inspire artwork--men, angels, snow goons... and it's just the right consistency to do what you like.
   
4. Or perhaps this means WAR. Incoming!
   
5. Actually, wait, no, you didn't mean to be out here in the snow, and this is kind of bad, or maybe it is very bad. This is why Mom always told you to bring thermals!
   
6. wildcard! it's snowing do anything.
   

Comments

[darklingwoods]

[Sounds good!]

[Myrrh has lived in the mountains for much of her life... she knows snow, understands it. She can recognize the light hard flakes that will fall quickly and disappear just as swiftly, and the slow broad fall that will blanket the mountains, to melt so slowly that the rivers it feeds will never run dry. Year in and year out, there is snow, and she has never felt any more sentimental about it than she did the heat in the summer. Both meant that it was time to shelter in the caves with her father.

But now she is outdoors, looking up at the flakes as they twist and spiral. The humans of Ephraim and Eirika's army had such strong feelings about it. Maybe it was because they had less of it. The littler ones, the ones only a little more mature than Myrrh, laughed and capered in it. The older ones, closer and beyond the halfway point of their lives, grumbled and shuffled.

When she sees the red-haired man, she wonders which side of the line he falls on. She can't guess his age simply by looking. He's no child, but he doesn't appear old, either. His ears are a strange shape, but maybe he is just from a different land. Cautiously, she moves out from under the trees.]

Do you... think that this is beautiful?

[It's still hard to speak to humans she doesn't know. But she's had a lot of practice with Eprhaim and the others.]

[holdshisown]

[Maedhros liked the snow, he always had but he had grown especially fond of it during his time in Himring. That had been a long time ago, though, Himring was nothing more than a ruin upon a small deserted island now and Maedhros had not the heart to visit the sad remnants of his once mighty fortress.

But the snow was more than enough to keep it's memory alive for him, and so he liked to spend much time wandering in the winter when the snow lay thick upon the ground and the world lay dormant. He neither capered nor grumbled at the snow, but observed it with a melancholy sort of nostalgia instead.

It is not often that someone approaches him during these times, so he blinks in confusion when the girl speaks to him.]

I... I do. It reminds me a bit of home in a way.

[One of his homes, at least. He's had quite a few of them during the long years of his life.]

[darklingwoods]

[There's something about this man that seems almost familiar to Myrrh, which is strange, because she's never seen him before. Even if his red hair reminds her of one of her former companions, they don't seem to be otherwise alike... their eyes don't share the same expression.]

It is like my home, too... in the mountains. The snows start early in the autumn and sometimes they extend late into the spring. The villagers have to be very careful about when they begin to plant. I... can't really help them with that.

[As powerful as she is, she's never known when there will be a late frost... or an early one]

The weather is too fast and changeable to predict... like humans.

[holdshisown]

[Perhaps it is only the fact that he is no more human than she is that feels familiar?]

There was not many mountains were I lived, but there was a very large hill where I built my fortress. Himring, or the ever-cold in the common tounge. It was always quite chilly there, as the name implies, and the winters were quite harsh... but I loved it for all that it was a hard place to live in.

[And he had not truly felt the cold anyways, the fire inside him always kept him warm.]

[darklingwoods]

[perhaps one of the few tangible benefits of fëanor being your dad]

[Myrrh tilts her head a little as she considers this. Was it a matter of necessity that he chose an inhospitable place to make his home? If it was a fortress, then probably it was.

But then she nods, understanding a little, if not fully. She does know that the people of Caer Pelyn have a great deal of affection for their inhospitable surroundings.]

I wonder why that is... that you can like a place more because it's hard to live in. [She holds her hand out, letting a snowflake fall on it.] They complain about the snow, but it comforts them at the same time.

[holdshisown]

[Yup, it's about the only benefit that doesn't come with a lot of drawbacks

He could have chosen safer lands if he'd wished to, but he was loath to leave the least defensible lands to one of his younger relatives. But he'd grown to love those lands with time, partly because he'd had to fight so hard to keep them for as long as he did.

That sort of struggle tends to breed an attatchment to the place you strive to hold.]

It's because you have to fight so hard for it. When you shed your blood, sweat and tears into the land you live on it becomes almost like a part of yourself. [He gives the girl a soft smile.] People are often contradictory creatures. The things they grumble at the most are often the same things they'd miss most of all should it suddenly be taken away.

sorry for late! holidays n all

[darklingwoods]

...They are. I'm still learning to understand them. [The time she spent with Ephraim and Eirika's army was brief, and while she has learned more about people in those months than she may have in centuries, there is still much she has yet to understand.] I think they would be very sad if there was ever a winter that didn't have snow for them to shovel.

The villagers near my home have lived there for many of their lifetimes. They are very proud of the mountains. I think they are prouder because so few people live the way they do, so far from everyone else. Is... was Himring like that, too?

[Because he spoke of it it the past tense, didn't he? Maybe Himring no longer exists. Maybe it rose and fell, as so many places do, in a scant few hundred years.]

It's fine, I've been a bit busy myself!

[holdshisown]

I don't think I'll ever be able to fully understand them. [He says as he looks out upon the people going about their way in the snow. He likes humans, at least most of the time he does, but they often confuse him.] I think you might be right. Snow can be troublesome at times but it holds a peculiar sort of beauty you'll be hard pressed to find in anything else. And, at least in my own lands, it came with certain protections as well. Most armies won't try to invade or besiege you during winter...

...It was a bit like that. We lived in harsh and dangerous lands, closer to the enemy than most others, and we took pride in how we overcame those challanges to thrive in that land and how we often thwarted the enemy in them.

[Only ancient ruins remained of it now on a small island, for the very continent it had exsisted in had sunk beneath the waves during the War of Wrath.]