03-19-2008, 06:37 AM
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You write so beautifully! 
He was more than ready for winter to dissolve into spring, the one season he had yet to experience. He was tired of the endlessly white landscape and the persistent cold. Kansas wasn’t sure if he even remembered anything but cold… the summer was so long ago, and he’d been very small at that time. Ames le la Mort did nothing to soothe him – in fact, he had no idea why he had chosen to travel there, of all places. The area was barren and empty, with dead trees and large snowdrifts. He couldn’t have picked somewhere more dreary to pay a visit to.
He was still getting used to walking on two legs – it wasn’t difficult, just different. And far less efficient than walking on four. But he had hands, and he couldn’t stop fidgeting, even while he moved. His eyes lit upon a shadowy figure propped against a tree, raven-black and beautiful. She was twiddling a feather in her slender fingers, before it suddenly flew away on the wind. Kansas approached the girl and bird, more interested in the former. Her smile was dark – not exactly sinister, but nowhere near upbeat. “Are you okay?” he asked tentatively, trying to make eye contact.
He was more than ready for winter to dissolve into spring, the one season he had yet to experience. He was tired of the endlessly white landscape and the persistent cold. Kansas wasn’t sure if he even remembered anything but cold… the summer was so long ago, and he’d been very small at that time. Ames le la Mort did nothing to soothe him – in fact, he had no idea why he had chosen to travel there, of all places. The area was barren and empty, with dead trees and large snowdrifts. He couldn’t have picked somewhere more dreary to pay a visit to.
He was still getting used to walking on two legs – it wasn’t difficult, just different. And far less efficient than walking on four. But he had hands, and he couldn’t stop fidgeting, even while he moved. His eyes lit upon a shadowy figure propped against a tree, raven-black and beautiful. She was twiddling a feather in her slender fingers, before it suddenly flew away on the wind. Kansas approached the girl and bird, more interested in the former. Her smile was dark – not exactly sinister, but nowhere near upbeat. “Are you okay?” he asked tentatively, trying to make eye contact.