Tegid's Journey

Tegid stopped for a moment, gazing at the landscape adorned in sparkling white. Faint patches of green battling their way to visibility against the bitter hands of the gods. An amber hue emanating from the rectangular house in the near distance. She was ever intrigued by these extraordinary houses and fascinated by those behind their walls. Tegid continued, the soft crunch of her boots falling into winter’s gentle embrace, steps imprinted briefly in time. She delighted as crisp air filled her lungs and her breath resembled that of a dragon’s. The silky strands of her hair glistened as they were kissed by fading sunbeams. A swift and biting breeze greeted the fluffy white hills, the snowflakes swirling, entangled as though they were dancing. Most of the houses looked miniature, the snowdrifts stretching, threatening to creep over their windows. This could nearly make her forget the true enormity of the people inside them. Those who brave the Northern Sea, fighting for a morsel of what the waters can offer. Tegid wasn’t long estranged from the sea's sharp temper, however, she noticed how strangely peaceful it seemed with a silvery blanket settled all around. She felt a chill pinch at her ears and tip of her reddened nose as an impulsive gust impishly tackled. Chuckling, she pulled herself back to her feet as she reached the peculiar house. The door opened, her face warming from the fire inside. She entered, behind her the sunlight fled and the snowfall virtually seemed to disappear.