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[gansey, and ellie]
Mar. 14th, 2017 03:58 pmWhen she wakes up, the world is covered in snow.
Blue slides out of bed carefully, so as not to wake Ellie where they've been tangled together on her full size bed. She sleeps less, but Ellie sleeps less well, and she doesn't want to wake her if she doesn't have to. Instead she goes to the window and has a moment of childlike wonder, looking at the whole world turned white. It's quiet, snow falling steadily in big icy flakes, and outside the drifts are still crystalline and undisturbed.
Even though she's gotten used to it being colder here, and the mountains did get snow in and around Henrietta, they didn't have heavy snowfalls in the valley often. To have two snowstorms in one winter -- even, or maybe especially, a winter that wasn't that cold -- feels a little strangely magical.
After a little bit of watching, she pads out into the quiet early morning of Hywel and to the kitchen to make some tea. It's chilly in the old warehouse, and she wraps her hands around the mug as it steeps, peering over the lip of the cup impatiently.
Blue slides out of bed carefully, so as not to wake Ellie where they've been tangled together on her full size bed. She sleeps less, but Ellie sleeps less well, and she doesn't want to wake her if she doesn't have to. Instead she goes to the window and has a moment of childlike wonder, looking at the whole world turned white. It's quiet, snow falling steadily in big icy flakes, and outside the drifts are still crystalline and undisturbed.
Even though she's gotten used to it being colder here, and the mountains did get snow in and around Henrietta, they didn't have heavy snowfalls in the valley often. To have two snowstorms in one winter -- even, or maybe especially, a winter that wasn't that cold -- feels a little strangely magical.
After a little bit of watching, she pads out into the quiet early morning of Hywel and to the kitchen to make some tea. It's chilly in the old warehouse, and she wraps her hands around the mug as it steeps, peering over the lip of the cup impatiently.