A whirling, starry expanse spread over the world above, enveloping the world in an alien glow. Tall fir trees sparsely dotted the landscape, lit by moss patches that shone like metal. They twinkled to a lively tune tolled on silver bells. A throng of the strangest beings frisked and frolicked through the forest, bending swaying with the music. Some of them were macabre figures, all fur and horns, gnashing teeth and sharp eyes. A few were humanoid, but were simply too beautiful to be mistaken for human. Others held a mix of wildness and grace that would make any civilized being blush at their own inadequacy.
None of them seemed bothered by the cold. All were masked. All, but one.
In the center of it all sat a sharp-eared Fae with green eyes too big for his face, his freckles of frost twinkling in the unusual lights. Every passing being caused him to prick up his ears in curiosity, and each one passed by as if he wasn’t there. Fenn didn’t know where this place was or why he was here, but he liked it. For a great stretch of time, he simply sat quietly and drank it all in. Awe infused him, his jaw gaping just slightly open as his hungry eyes roved over the celebrations, his heart beating in time with the twinkling music.
He didn’t know how long he was ensnared by sights before he realized that one sight was ensnared by him.
In the midst of the roving beasts and beauties was a small girl with a dress sewn of animal hides and a china-doll pallor to her skin. Not moving, not speaking, perhaps not even breathing, but definitely staring at him. She too wore a false face, her features concealed by a mask fashioned out of the head of a downy grey wolf. All that poked out of it was a crescent-moon smile, sharp as a tooth. Her unwavering attention cut Fenn to the bone.
Once he began to stare back, her grin broadened to reveal jagged teeth. She wove through the masses of unusual beings and glided her way toward him. Her advance stopped short just a few feet in front of him. A frail hand was outstretched toward Fenn.
Her notice of him mystified the boy. He stared at the her offered hand a few heartbeats, before cautiously taking hold of her offered hand in his.
The girl’s silver eyes lit up from behind the mask with something eager and hungry. As soon as their skin made contact, she tugged at him with a strength greater than her waifish figure suggested. Speechless, Fenn allowed her to sweep him off of his feet. He was lifted off of his perch and spirited away into the crowd without so much as a word from either of them. The music seemed to pick up as they pranced through the snowdrifts, and the silver bells were joined by a weightless female wail and soft chanting. The wolf-masked girl led Fenn through an unfamiliar dance, one that smacked of ballroom courtesy and yet spun fast and fierce, full of twisting movements and rapid twirls.
Suddenly, the music slowed to a crawl, distorting in a way that Fenn didn’t know was even possible. This change in tempo seemed to demand that the space between the two was to be closed. A chill grey flush rose in the tips of Fenn's ears as the girl grabbed him around the shoulders and leaned in an inch from his face. She smelled of pine needles and tree sap. The boy’s discoloration quickly turned from a blush of surprise to one of discomfort as her grip tightened, and she held him in her arms for moments too long. There was a new hostility in the eyes behind the wolf mask.
“Funny that you should bare your face here. You are not one of us,” she whispered, her cold breath caressing his lips. His breathing slowed as he blinked back at her in shaken surprise. “You are defective, and you never will be.”
Her china-doll skin suddenly was spread with delicate cracks. The sparkling world shattered around Fenn like a damaged mirror, bits and pieces of breaking off and floating into the abyss of the sky. He could only watch on in muted horror. His fellow snow child’s unforgiving hands had a solid grip around his wrists. No matter how much he struggled or thrashed, she didn’t let go of him, and he screamed voiceless into the crashing abyss of the sky as he too brittled and broke apart like so much fine glass.
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“Wuff.” A cold, snotty nose nuzzled Fenn's face. He winced and turned away from it, fending off the unwanted touch with a limp push. His eyes were squeezed shut. The faerie lights from his slumber still danced behind his closed eyelids. Why bother with the waking world right now? Not when he wanted to bring that dream back. Maybe to ask the girl what she meant, and what made her so angry with him. Maybe to just sock her upside the noggin with a clod of ice for rudely ending the dream.
Maybe for the chance to just dance like that again.
“Wuff!’ This time, a rough tongue slobbered over his cheeks and nose. Blergh! With an inward gasp, Fenn's eyes shot open, and he catapulted into a sitting position. He came face-to-face with a black-furred direwolf with a skeletal face looming over him. Her red eyes were wide with expectation, and her tail wagged cheerfully.
He couldn’t help but crack a smile and give her a pat on the head. In turn, Daugi let out a happy bark and licked his face again. Fenn giggled silent and wiped off the slime before it froze to his skin.Good morning to you too, fuzzball.