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[ironside_pixie]

The cold bitterness of winter tends to drive people inside. They don't like it too much. It's harsh and uncomfortable when the burning heat of indoors brings feeling back to your extremities. So not many people are outside, in the midst of winter, despite it's frigid beauty

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[lethe_forgets]

Lethe has never found any real reason to dislike winter.

Words, even silent ones, make shapes in the air - and the snow catches sunlight, tosses colors, like glass. She has this friend, you see, one who makes the snow. Oh, and the lake is almost frozen enough that anyone can walk on it.

There's a faint chime (sliver bells around one ankle) as Lethe drops down beside her - just two sudden shocks of color in a world of powdery white.

[ironside_pixie]

Bells always make her think of faeries. So before the sound is even finished Kaye's head is tilted in that direction. Too slow and human to react much quicker than that.

She looks, a faint, distracted look; strained smile doesn't even reach her lips. They need a plan and for all their writings and little girl determination, they don't have one.

"Hey."

[lethe_forgets]

Her fingers wiggle in a quick wave and she tugs her knees up, folds of her skirt messily flowing along the ground and chin ducking slightly, peering over at Kaye from the corner of her eye.

A slow blink and then another - lips curving and she tilts her head back almost decisively, nose wrinkled and smile easy.

She can't quite get it to reach her fingers anymore (limited empty quiet) but it's almost there all the same - some sort of calm.

There's sunshine today, it's going to be alright.

[ironside_pixie]

Not for Kaye. Every cloud in that dismal sky is gathering until nothing but murky air (thick watery soup that you could drown in) can be seen.

She wonders if Lethe remembers when she could speak...when things were different and it's only a small pause before she says something a little stupid, picking at the edges of her fingers.

"I don't want to be human anymore."