In late December...

[Silmeriel]

"My name is Alianne." Ali said. "But please, call me Ali. And you wouldn't be imposing at all. Please come. I insist."

[SkyeAngel]

She rapped the coat tighter around her small and petite figure. she looked back one more time. the back infront.

Ivy finally reched her once filled with joy home. It felt as if it took an eternety to get there, Winter was the time of death in this small town, Sadness swept over every-ones faces, Some stilll had high hopes, there family still all there.

She opened the door, Everything the way it was when she left 2 hours ago. she sat in her Fathers wooden hand carved chair. As her hand touched the arm rest memorys of her father came to play. She smiled with content hoping his death was a dream but no... He had been gone for a year now.

She looked around her house seeing her father and herslef running around there home, they weren't rich, they had the things they needed to live, Just enough no less no more. all her fathers things still there. She never got rid of it.

Ivy sat there thinking of these things, she awoke from her dream, and reality was a nightmare.

[Annwyn]

She had no choice but to accept. The winds were growing harsher, and the snow had multiplied each snowflake.

" We will join our loved ones too soon if we stay here. I will go, but do not fuss over me. I eat little and I shall soon be gone."

She reached forth a pale slender hand and grabbed Ali's with it, and began to run against the now howling wind and walls of snow towards a large post that stood next to the exit of the cemetary. It was all she could make out amongst all the blurring white at the moment. It was turning into a blizzard...

( I don't know if this will be my last post for a while, I'm sort of going to visit some family, so I'm just fore-warning you. I won't be longer than four or five days. )

[Silmeriel]

Ali led them through the streets by memory more than sight, and shut the door behind them quickly. A tall young man, handsome, with dark brown hair turned as they entered. "Hello, Ali." he said. "I just finished the stew." Ali strode over and gave him a quick hug. "Annwyn, this is my brother, Jonathan. Jonathan, this is Annwyn. She's staying for dinner- and hopefully overnight, this blizzard doesn't look like it's letting up anytime soon."

[Lady Isteleth]

Mary sighed, the people had left and the thick snow storm had become a blizzard, she was alone now since Martha and Robert died, left alone in the house with only the memories to keep her company.

She buised herself in cooking herself a meal, making sure not to make it double, as if she were cooking for herself.
As the soup went onto the fire to heat up, Mary sat down at the table, a single tear swelled up in her gaunt eyes and rolled down her pale cheeks.
"Oh Martha" she sobbed, she sat staring into the fire tears rolling silently down her cheeks, she thought back to the days before death came to the town's.
She was drawn out of her memories when a loud bang came to the door, she sat for a moment trying to think weather or not she imagined it, when another loud bang came again.
Mary stood up and walked to the door
"Ok, Ok, i' coming" she yelled, wiping the tears away
She placed her hand on the handle and pulled the door open, it almost being knocked ioff it's hinges by the blizzard, MAry looked round for sign of life when something tugged at her skirts, she looked down and saw a half frozen girl, lying half dead on the floor, Mary gasped and bent down to help the girl in

[SkyeAngel]

Ivy walked over to the window, looking at the blizard. "Hope no-ones caught in that" she said out loud as if talking too some-one, she blusheh at herelf. She walked over to her pot boiling some rice. she stired it again and tasted it, It was warm to her mouth. 'thats perfect!' she thought taking away the water and putting the rice in a bowl, she sat down in that old chair and began to eat.

Once she was finished she placed the bowl down in the sink and washed it. she then went straight too her fathers bed, It was like his presence was still there. Sho she fell asleep feeling safe.

[Annwyn]

" I cannot thank you enough--" Her eyes fell apon Jonathon, Ali's brother. Ali's -handsome- brother. Her words fell short and for a moment she locked eyes with him. However, as soon as she had done so, she immediately looked away, fighting hard not to blush.

Ann took a couple steps farther into their home, rubbing her hands together. It was much warmer, and the eerie howl of the wind was locked out.

" How many live here with you?" She asked quietly to Ali, feeling again that she should not be here.

[Silmeriel]

"Well, my mother and father passed away long ago, but Jonathan, Arvasary and I have lived here for a while." Ali said, hiding a smile at Annwyn's glance at Jonathan.
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Jonathan turned back to the stew, his hands clammy. The girl- Annwyn?- was very pretty. He felt the heat rush to his ears, turning them red. He pretended it was just the fire's heat.

[Annwyn]

" I'm sorry for your losses. " She grew quiet again, staring at the floor grimly. "Everyone is dying... I was thinking about leaving. About going to a city perhaps, and getting a job. If we stay, we'll die."

She glanced up at Ali, searching for a reply of some sort. She was the first person Annwyn told her plans to. She did not know if it sounded absurd or if it might actually make sence. After all, there was nothing left here.

[Silmeriel]

"I've considered leaving, too. Me and Jonathan. I could work as a baker- I love cooking. And he's good with wood, and carving." Ali said thoughtfully.

[Annwyn]

She laughed lightly, and thought. "..Yeah." She knew what she wanted to be, but she dared not utter a word. They would only laugh and mock her. She looked back down uncomfortably.

[Silmeriel]

"What would you work as there?" Ali asked.

[Annwyn]

But then again, she thought, 'Why not?.'

" A knight." She said grinning.
"Hey is that stew done?" She asked, quickly trying to change the subject now.

[Silmeriel]

Ali smiled. "I never wanted to be a knight- but the Shang Dragon trained me in combat."

[Annwyn]

Her brows furrowed in confusion. "The Shang Dragon? I never heared of him.. or her." She continued. " I can do a good deal with the sword. But daggers and hand to hand combat is my specialty." She looked once more over to Jonathan.