Let it Snow! Let it Snow! Let it Snow!

Farore · 02-10-2011, 06:26 PM

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Whooo. Finally posted with Rore. Sorry for the wait James!

Long before the snow had started Farore had found Dahlia de Mai. It hadn't been hard locating the infamous pack, partly following the words of her father and partly blind faith. When she came upon the northern shoreline and successfully avoided the coyote clan, the next pack should have been Dahlia de Mai. And it was, although Farore asked no one for confirmation. She simply knew. Just as she knew that her sister was there. Lining the borders of the pack was the girl's scent, just as Farore remembered it. Although she hadn't realized that she remembered it at all, unable to recall it at will weeks before when she tried. Yet as soon as it hit her nostrils she knew who had been marking the borders. And furthermore the scent was strongest at the eastern end, and less diluted by the scents of other Dahlians. Nayru was in there, somewhere, but for how easy it had been to locate her, actually seeing her proved impossible.

Farore fled from the pack after the initial shock and joy of actually finding Nayru's location. If she left her own scent behind and Nayru found it, Farore never knew. Deep into Ethereal Eclipse the girl hid, from her own sister and the imagined reunion between the two. Would Nayru be pleased? Possibly. But there was also the possibility that she wouldn't be. Worse than an angry reaction would have been an indifferent. If that was so, than the whole journey would have been for nothing. Farore couldn't stand the thought, it was easier to live on the edge of a dream. Feeling successful at finding her sister and still living in the imaginary reunion, Farore found herself unable to experience the reality.

Yet it had started to snow, and it hadn't stopped. The first day Farore wandered in the blizzard, north towards Dahlia de Mai, as she liked to linger near to the pack. Yet when the snow did not stop instead of turning south and returning to her temporary home, she sought shelter close to the Dahlian borders. And when it did not stop the next morning and the world was just a wall of white she entered into the pack's borders. No one stopped her, they had all probably sought shelter, and it would have been easy to excuse her "mistake" on account of the snow. She left long trails looping through the eastern edges of the pack land, trails that were quickly swallowed by snow that filled in her footprints almost as quickly as she made them.

It was only when she came to the tall stone wall that she paused. The frozen water that coated everything made tracking anything or anyone so much more difficult, but clinging to the stone wall was distinctly her sister's scent. Farore's heart began to hammer at this discovery and she wasted many hours circling the stone wall, ending only at her own footprints many times as she contemplated just how one might get inside. By the time she found the handle that opened the stone wall, many hours later and after passing the tunnel that was covered completely by snow, her limbs (now in Optime) were numb and her finger tips tingled unnaturally. The snow clung to her coat and she looked more like a spotless creature than the flawed and marked woman she really was.

Once she pushed her way into the garden it did not take long to discover the greenhouse. Her only stumble had been tripping over the rocks that lined the koi pond, but frozen and covered in snow as it was Farore was unaware of the frozen fish many feet beneath her own body. The steamed windows of the strange structure made her think something alive was inside, and upon closer inspection amethyst eyes saw the outline of the woman inside. With desperation the girl began to claw and dig at the snow blocking the doorway, finding her method inefficient but the only means she had. It was only after the loud crash that the door finally pulled free from its frozen frame and Farore saw the spotted woman, more red than white or black now, laying on the ground.

Kneeling down the iced woman touched the body, fingers trembling but her own cold forgotten. At first the body seemed a lost cause, but the numbness was only her own and after a moment Farore knew Nayru to be warm and breathing. Letting out a sigh she cradled the familiar but all too strange and grown head in her lap, a blank and useless mind, mentally recording this as the reunion she had anticipated, dreamed of and feared for so long.

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