#vyrnal

[summyrr-ackermann]

[summyrr-ackermann]

@cresthillites​

Cresthill was by no means her favourite place to live, in fact she found she despised it. Had it not been for the hunting, she would never set foot in the place, Summyr liked small towns but she hated the cold. When the winter winds began to blow she found herself running everywhere to escape them, it was great cardio and a challenge to avoid ice and snow banks when they came but horribly uncomfortable. All that said, before christmas, there was something so...enchanting about seeing snow. As she stepped out of the little hardware store onto the street, she found herself looking up at the grey, almost white sky, and smiling ever so slightly. She held her bag in the crook of her elbow and lifted her hand, palm up, watching the snow flakes fall and immediately melt on her. It seemed that although she was bothered by the cold, the cold was also bothered by her.

She heard a few people walk past her, a rowdy bunch of teens, one of them was wearing...what? Antlers? She had to look up to see, she watched them pass the hardware store, then another and then the Vet office. She nodded her head, yes,plastic reindeer antlers, she wondered if the kid had a red nose on as well. She was about to turn away when something else caught her gaze, something far less amusing. Blonde har, the mouth, the eyes.

Summyr felt a pit in her stomach, one which twisted and burned and was becoming a blackhole. Her heartbeat began to pound in her ears, her eyes prickled. “Vyrnal...?” she said once, a breath, barely a whisper. A puff of steam formed in front of her as she said it. It was too good to be true, too confusing, why was she here? “Vyrnal!” she called out again to her older sister.

Her bag slipped down her elbow to her hand and she gripped it like a vice, knuckles white. She had a hard time forming a coherent thought when all her questions, statements, feelings were running into each other, like a bunched up rug.

[summyrr-ackermann]

@cresthillites​

Cresthill was by no means her favourite place to live, in fact she found she despised it. Had it not been for the hunting, she would never set foot in the place, Summyr liked small towns but she hated the cold. When the winter winds began to blow she found herself running everywhere to escape them, it was great cardio and a challenge to avoid ice and snow banks when they came but horribly uncomfortable. All that said, before christmas, there was something so...enchanting about seeing snow. As she stepped out of the little hardware store onto the street, she found herself looking up at the grey, almost white sky, and smiling ever so slightly. She held her bag in the crook of her elbow and lifted her hand, palm up, watching the snow flakes fall and immediately melt on her. It seemed that although she was bothered by the cold, the cold was also bothered by her. 

She heard a few people walk past her, a rowdy bunch of teens, one of them was wearing...what? Antlers? She had to look up to see, she watched them pass the hardware store, then another and then the Vet office. She nodded her head, yes,plastic reindeer antlers, she wondered if the kid had a red nose on as well. She was about to turn away when something else caught her gaze, something far less amusing. Blonde har, the mouth, the eyes. 

Summyr felt a pit in her stomach, one which twisted and burned and was becoming a blackhole. Her heartbeat began to pound in her ears, her eyes prickled. “Vyrnal...?” she said once, a breath, barely a whisper. A puff of steam formed in front of her as she said it. It was too good to be true, too confusing, why was she here? “Vyrnal!” she called out again to her older sister. 

Her bag slipped down her elbow to her hand and she gripped it like a vice, knuckles white. She had a hard time forming a coherent thought when all her questions, statements, feelings were running into each other, like a bunched up rug.