December 3rd: 'Snow' (Original Fiction)
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adventdrabblesTitle: 'Snow'
Fandom: Original Fiction
Characters: Original
Rating: G
It was the deep chill that had seeped beyond her scales that drew Liszka out of her den.
"I've never been so cold," she grumbled, pausing at the mouth of her cave and baring her fangs in a wide yawn. She blinked, shaking herself more fully awake...and then she blinked again. "What...?"
Beyond the rocks, everything had gone a sparkling white. It coated the boulders and the treetops, and utterly concealed the ground all around. More of it was coming down from the sky, in a soft, silent cluster of floating flakes.
"What in the world," Liszka asked herself. "How long was I asleep?"
She reached one talon-tipped foot out, hesitantly touching the white. It caved in around her foot, leaving a large, slushy print when she lifted it back up.
Tilting her head as a few of the flakes landed on her snout, Liszka pondered. This must be what the humans down in the villages referred to as snow. In her travels, she'd never come so far north; snow had only ever been a word to her, until now.
"It's quite pretty," she decided at last. "I think I approve."
Fandom: Original Fiction
Characters: Original
Rating: G
It was the deep chill that had seeped beyond her scales that drew Liszka out of her den.
"I've never been so cold," she grumbled, pausing at the mouth of her cave and baring her fangs in a wide yawn. She blinked, shaking herself more fully awake...and then she blinked again. "What...?"
Beyond the rocks, everything had gone a sparkling white. It coated the boulders and the treetops, and utterly concealed the ground all around. More of it was coming down from the sky, in a soft, silent cluster of floating flakes.
"What in the world," Liszka asked herself. "How long was I asleep?"
She reached one talon-tipped foot out, hesitantly touching the white. It caved in around her foot, leaving a large, slushy print when she lifted it back up.
Tilting her head as a few of the flakes landed on her snout, Liszka pondered. This must be what the humans down in the villages referred to as snow. In her travels, she'd never come so far north; snow had only ever been a word to her, until now.
"It's quite pretty," she decided at last. "I think I approve."
