I hope this gift will remind you both of me,
Zandrianna reaches up, fingering the moonstone hanging from the thin gold chain, thinking back to the letter that had been attached to the present she'd received the other night. Cenwynne, who was busy planning his trip to go find Komatsu, had sent his man Denstan to deliver the crimson wrapped gift. In it was a carved horse with a small compartment that held matching necklaces for her and Althessia. Letting her fingers slide away from the stone, it dropped to rest against her collarbone, as she shifted the wide eyed baby in her arms and headed down to show her the lights at the festival.
She feels the horse drawn sleigh come to a stop near the small town, the display of lights bright and twinkling in the snowy sky and she grins to herself. Stepping out of the sleigh, she thanks the driver and hands him a coin, watching as he tips his hat to her before leaving to seek the next travelers. Zandrianna takes a deep breath of the icy cold air and turns, her daughter cradled in her arms, swaddled in a warm dress and blanket and makes her way to the light display to share them with her. For this moment, she had decided to forget her worries and simply enjoy the sights of Yule through the eyes of youth.
Taking the steps down to the center of town, Zandrianna turns to her right and pauses to look at the snow sculptures. The swans are at least twice as tall as an average man, and quite elegant. Her lip turns up in a smile as she brings Althessia closer so she can see the snowy birds. The baby, of course, seems less than impressed with them and Zandrianna chuckles and continues moving along the festival grounds, weaving in and out of the gathering of people, as she makes her way to the back to look at the snowmen.
Carefully stepping off of the snowy path and into the ankle deep snow, she shivers a little from the cold as she heads towards the snowmen. Her face alight with amusement, she slowly wanders through them and looks at the different styles that people have made. Some with scarves and top hats, some with silly old hats, a few with mittens, they all seemed as unique as the people that had made them. One of them had be unfortunate enough to have been the victim of time or carelessness, and it was broken, the head laying half buried in the snow next to it. Zandrianna tapped lightly at it with her shoe and felt a brief pang of sadness for the person who had worked so hard to build the snowman. Shaking her head, she looked down at Althessia, who seemed intent on staring at the carrot nose on the snowman nearby.
Walking further down the snowy terrain, she pauses at an old stone fence and watches people dart between snowmen as they pummel each other with roughly crafted snowballs. She grins and laughs, though careful to stay far enough away from the action that she doesn't herself become an accidental victim of a face full of snow.
((WIP))
