Original (Restless)
Noor could not sleep. Her mind was still seething at the Captain’s lecture; her body was restless, a steady shiver keeping her from sleep despite the extra blankets. She’d never get used to the snow.
Venturing out to sit by the fire, she found it already occupied by Androsh, the one they called the snow singer. By the fire’s light, she could see why. The snow was dancing around him, a precise pattern swirling in the wake of his slowly moving fingers.
He stilled when he noticed her, hands dropping to his lap.