Day 56: North Street (Morning)
Maybe it was the sudden influx of normality (or what passed as such a thing here) along with the townspeople, but it barely took a few minutes before Hope couldn't stand to be walking along the shops down the street anymore. He didn't want to listen to people laugh and coo over gossip and shopping lists, with their smiles and happily ever after.
Instead, it was the iciness of the snow that interested him, even as he shivered within his oversized hoodie. He had never experienced weather this cold before, enough to freeze the puddles around street corners and rain ice from the skies. He would stick to the empty streets and fields, covered in a layer of white that seemed so deceptive. The noise of the town seemed to fade away these two streets away, giving way to the chirping of birds in the morning and the slight crunch of snow under his shoes. It made such a strange sound when he stepped in an untouched pile, and Hope deliberately took his time making his way down the street just so he could stick with stepping on piles of untouched snow as opposed to the areas where the snow had been cleared into a path.
He found an old bench outside the fields and tried to brush the snow off the seat with a sleeve, rubbing his hands together every few seconds to try to warm them up again. It took a few tries before he sat down, wincing at the cold before drawing his legs up and finally getting to the bag that had been given to him.
There, in the hush of the streets and the cold, he finally allowed himself to breathe freely. Before, it had been running and running... and even when he got here, it felt like he was still running. Running away and trying to figure out what was going on... not that he felt he knew anymore than he did before.
He pulled out the muffin from the bag as his stomach grumbled, thoughts continuously going over what he had learned this morning. While the food turned out to be cold (he really should have expected that), it was a welcome distraction from everything.
[For Elfangor.]
Instead, it was the iciness of the snow that interested him, even as he shivered within his oversized hoodie. He had never experienced weather this cold before, enough to freeze the puddles around street corners and rain ice from the skies. He would stick to the empty streets and fields, covered in a layer of white that seemed so deceptive. The noise of the town seemed to fade away these two streets away, giving way to the chirping of birds in the morning and the slight crunch of snow under his shoes. It made such a strange sound when he stepped in an untouched pile, and Hope deliberately took his time making his way down the street just so he could stick with stepping on piles of untouched snow as opposed to the areas where the snow had been cleared into a path.
He found an old bench outside the fields and tried to brush the snow off the seat with a sleeve, rubbing his hands together every few seconds to try to warm them up again. It took a few tries before he sat down, wincing at the cold before drawing his legs up and finally getting to the bag that had been given to him.
There, in the hush of the streets and the cold, he finally allowed himself to breathe freely. Before, it had been running and running... and even when he got here, it felt like he was still running. Running away and trying to figure out what was going on... not that he felt he knew anymore than he did before.
He pulled out the muffin from the bag as his stomach grumbled, thoughts continuously going over what he had learned this morning. While the food turned out to be cold (he really should have expected that), it was a welcome distraction from everything.
[For Elfangor.]