Rhiannon + Open to Any [info]rhiannon_lee 2020-12-27 03:56 pm UTC (link) It was the dark, pre-dawn hours. She was outside in the freezing cold. There was snow as far as the eye could see. Michigan-born and raised Rhiannon Lee, hunter of vampires and other creatures that went bump in the night, was in heaven. She was still awake when the clouds rolled in and precipitation started to fall, and she had watched it with disbelief, uncertain as to whether she was witnessing a freak weather incident or something supernatural. In the end, it didn’t matter to her; she was outside in a pair of tall, rugged boots and a heavy coat in no time, the snowflakes landing in her hair and on her upturned face. She saw parents rigging up makeshift sleds out of garbage can lids, rubber storage bins, inflatable baby pools, and more, dragging them up the hillside and rolling onto the flats areas below. She saw a couple of teenagers she recognized from tagging the back of the auto shop, now tying an inflatable inner tube behind an ATV and cruising up and down a dead-end street. In the town park, someone was making a pair of boobs out of snow. The crew over at M&M Coffee Shop had set up a makeshift hot chocolate stand on the sidewalk.
“Hey!” the teenagers called, recognizing her. “Hey, you wanna ride?” They offered her a helmet.
“Hell yeah,” she said, grabbing onto the helmet and handles of the inner tube before taking off flying down a side street.