snow is (fair) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2013-12-12 16:55:00 |
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It was only supposed to be a quick visit. That’s what Snow reminded herself, echoed quietly in Rachel’s mind as the girl turned the key and stepped through the door. A quick visit for her things and little more. The snow “issue”, as she was so quietly referring to, was getting out of hand. Attempts at controlling it were terrible, at best. A few minutes of restraint were all she could seem to manage before frost inevitably trailed behind her and ice lingered on everything she just touched. Staying in New York was impossible like this, and the few times she had come through she had tried to stay in the cottage of her childhood. When that didn’t help, and she nearly blanketed the insides with a few inches of snowfall, she fled out into the deepest parts of woods and away towards the mountains. At least there in nature, few would question the sudden and heavy snowfall. She couldn’t stay away forever, unfortunately. Her journal, still in Fabletown, needed to be picked up and she often wondered if there might be something in the town’s extensive collection that might be able to help her. It was a risky endeavor and the last thing she needed or wanted to do is ruin anything there, but she had to check. Stepping through the door and finding herself in her office, she tried to gather her thoughts and make her mind as still and tranquil as possible. No worry, no fear, and no ice. She could manage this for a little while and as the minutes ticked by she pored over the first book on magic she could find. Nothing in its pages offered her any explanation or hope and she moved to the next. It wasn’t until she was halfway through the book, leaning on her desk and frustration bubbling inside her, that she saw the frost started to ripple out from under her palm. Yanking her hand back only stopped the icy frost on the wood where her hand was. Now it started from her feet, ice starting from one high heel and then the other, each step back allowing more and more frost to appear even as she made a beeline to the exit, grabbing her journal on the way out. Slamming the door shut behind her, she watched as ice formed over the handle, rapidly spreading over the lock, icicles hanging off the knob and shutting the door to the office for good. Well, that could have gone better. But there was little time to dwell, not when every moment she lingered made more frost settle over the door and the hallway. Her building in Fabletown was mostly a ghost town these days, anyone of note having long since disappeared except for her. That hardly mattered. She had to get out of there and back to the Homelands, where a harsher than usual winter wouldn’t be as out of place as in one solitary building in New York. At least there, she couldn’t cause too much trouble. Later, much later, when Rachel let her through once more, Snow breathed a sigh as she stepped out into the snow covered ground of the forest. An icy wind picked up and tossed her hair over her shoulder, and if she didn’t know better she would have thought she was being greeted for returning to the tranquil landscape that the winter provided. Standing out in the middle of nowhere, she rest her hands on her hips and enjoyed her surroundings. Covered in a blanket of white, everything around her was still, not a sound or a squawk for miles. She was absolutely alone there in the snow. It was rather perfect, if she did say so herself, and she took in a deep breath of the chilly air, letting it clear her mind and her scattered, frantic thoughts. But it was still back to the drawing board for her, and she trudged out of the woods, ready to try and wrangle this power once more. Another soft fall of snow started in her wake. |