A soft, whistling wind swirled through the mountains, pulling the wisps of snowflakes across the quiet landscape.
Alone, a Mali’fenn sat in the snow on the mountain outside the capital of Fenn.. The deconstruction of the Capital had taken many more years than everyone first expected, and had even stopped as more and more Grand Council members seemed to go silent. Even more workers left to go on the trip to Athera. It left the Mali’fenn rather lonely. The city’s gates were always down, to prevent mischief from the outside interfering with the rebuilding process. This caused her business to slowly become empty and abandoned. Why run the tavern when there is no one around to buy goods?
Even her beloved Varvhur had disappeared on an expedition, gone for almost two decades at this point.. maybe even longer. The Mali’fenn’s closest family had mostly scattered across Arcas, or were busy with getting ready for the move to a new Manor. So there she sat on a cold night, enveloped in the delicate snowflakes that scattered across the skies.
Running her fingers through the chilling snow, she started to ponder how in the world the Grand Prince must be feeling.
“Is he overwhelmed? Stressed? Does he possibly need help? Especially if those he relied on have suddenly gone quiet…”
She gently grabbed a clump of snow, feeling the soft powdery snow become stiff as she pressed it together. Her dark blue eyes studying the clump of pure white snow in her hand, a small smirk appearing on her lips.
“Maybe I should reach out to him… to the others too. After all, we are stronger united. And we as a people have not gathered in quite a while.”
Her pearls and her golden bracelets gently clinked as she continued to gather more snow, making the once small ball larger.
“Besides, we have not done anything fun in quite a while. No parties, no tavern nights, no dancing, no festivals.”
She became more enraptured by making the snow larger, before starting a fresh new snowball.
“And I have heard complaints of the city being not really in running order to do anything, that they wish they could just escape for even a little while.”
The mali’fenn stared at the smaller snowball in her hand, studying its spherical shape, smoothing out imperfections in both orbs. She then placed it on top of the larger orb, smiling warmly as she picked up some loose pebbles nearby.
“And we haven’t had a snowball fight together in over 30 years…”
Placing the pebbles on the newly created snowman, it looked up at her with its lifeless stone eyes and smile. She tapped her lip, trying to figure out what it was missing. The mali’fenn then tried to find little twigs, giving it a nose and small arms. Her hands on her hips, she then sat back down on her knees proudly.
“We have all this beautiful snow, and yet we as a people have yet to sit down and admire it in a rather long time. To gather and put aside differences. Maybe… I should meet with the Grand Prince…”
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
Her ears perked in alert, as she slowly turned her head to the sound of soft footsteps in the snow. The Mali’fenn stiffened in fear, unsure who or what could be behind her. As she looked to the source of the sound bright black eyes stared back at her from the ground. It was a small snow fox, looking rather thin. The little fox was low to the ground, alert, staring up at the mali’fenn.
“Why hello there oem’ii, what brings you here?” She cooed softly, searching through her pouch for a sweet treat for the creature. The fox’s ears perked up, sniffing the air now. The mali’fenn held out a handful of sweet berries towards the little fox.
“Do not worry, you can trust me.. anyone who is from the land of Wyvurn is welcome here..”
At the sound of Wyvurn, the little fox bounded forward, taking the sweet treat from her fingers. The mali’fenn smiled toward the fox, waiting for it to finish before standing up. She turned to return within the walls of the Capital, walking with a newfound determination. The little white fox stayed by her feet, following her every step, ears pointed up high.
“It seems I have found myself another little friend hmm?”
The mali’fenn smile grew even brighter as she whistled for her rather clumsy sparrow, it flying down and chirping brightly. It flapped beside her, waiting for her instructions as the mali’fenn scribbled a simple note in her notebook as she walked.
“Hello Briar! I have an important message you HAVE to give to the Grand Prince okay?”
She then wrapped the note up with a delicate blue ribbon, before handing it over to the sparrow. She whistled him away, and with the command he haphazardly flew towards the Citadel. As she looked down at the little white fox, she kept striding through the empty streets towards the tavern.
“What is your name little fellow? Lily?”
Nothing from the small fox.
Once again nothing seemed to come from the small fox, and the mali’fenn sighed. Reaching her destination, she stopped suddenly at the door. After looking at the familiar sign, she looked down once more at the pure white fox.
“What about Snowdrop?”
The black eyes of the creature looked back up at her, and it yipped softly.
“Well then, little Snowdrop, it is time for us to bring back the feeling of family within the mali’fenn.”
Determined still, the mali’fenn went behind the counter and began to shuffle through her papers… for this plan to work, it needed a lot of preparation.