Alder looked out the window at the softly falling snow, appreciating the monochromatic scintillation as the blanket grew deeper.
The newcomer was sitting up in her bed, starting at him hard.
"How do you stay sane? Well this blasted winter ever end? It's so...plain!" Her outburst was vehement, but there was a hint of realization in it.
"You don't understand, your highness. I know winter. I hardly know anything else. It's harshness is only broken by its occasional harsh beauty." Noting the princess' distress, he began pacing in front of the wall of windows that overlooked the snow gardens.
"There is one thing we do know, those of us that live here: We know that winter will end.
"This knowledge--not the belief the city folk accuse us of--keeps us alive. Perhaps, during your stay here, you will see spring. You may even bring it to us."
He stopped, intently studying the promise of spring glimmering in her eyes, fighting to the her icy visage.
Perhaps, one day.
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