Snow angels (Open)

[Zoey King]

It was one of those days where you could see the frost everywhere you went, tipping the trees, coating the ground and edging into the lake. Zoey actually loved days like this. They always put her in an artistic mood. She'd either paint, or write song lyrics when she was outside on a day like this. As it stood, she didn't have any paints with her but she did have a pen and some paper so she'd go for the latter.

Breath misting in front of her she looked for a nice perch to sit on and look out on the landscape with. She found a particularly high up bolder and took a few moments to stretch out her wings before making her way up onto the rock, dropping off a few bits of her stuff before going back down and grabbing the rest. For some reason she never found her wings got particularly cold compared to the rest of her body, which came in handy because they doubled up as a body warmer.

She lay down her notepad and pen on her guitar case in front of her and hummed out a tune, plucking at the strings of her guitar gently, occasionally stopping when struck by some kind of inspiration to write notes down on the pad. She'd occasionally stop and have a look around the lake, curious of the wildlife that was around.

She heard some frosted over leaves crunching just over by the trees near her and turned her head, stopping playing to have a look if it was an animal or a person.

[Evelyn Silver]

The world beyond the Academy was peaceful and quiet; whereas the chaos and din of halls and classes nearly deafened Evie, the rush of wind and crackling underbrush was serenity. On the grounds surrounding Bellefonte, Evie could forgo her headphones and be alone with her thoughts. Her first weeks at Bellefonte could by no means have been considered easy, but she had survived - first a sociopath roommate, then a rather awkward introduction to a fellow musician, and the embarrassment of joining classes below her grade level...

Between the stress of appeasing Ellen, the workload of homework, and adjusting to a new location and schedule, Evie hardly had time to rest or come to terms with her new condition. So, she bundled up and walked out into the woods, seeking something in the quiet of the trees where no one could bother her. Snow cascaded down around her and Evie managed a smile. She took in the scenery: trees dusted with ice and snow, low waves across the lake, giant birds atop towering boulders.

Evie gave the folded wings a double-take and stared: if they belonged to a bird, then it was absolutely massive. Cautiously, Evie approached the outcropping of stone, reaching out her newfound ability to soften the steps she took, muffling the noise around her. It was only when she was within twenty feet of the stones that Evie recognized blonde hair pouring out from between the wings, losing concentration as she stepped upon a particularly noisy branch.

The woman above her turned, and Evie offered a panicked wave and smile to serve as greeting.

"Um, hi, up there."