Magdelene Defoe (i_wasblind) wrote in reality_crisis, @ 2012-12-19 21:26:00 |
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T'is the season.....(Carlos)
Mag had been having trouble sleeping lately, still trying to get adjusted to being in a new world, without all of the things she was used to, and Shiloh had been on her mind as well. She felt guilty leaving the young girl behind, but it wasn't like she had had much of a choice in the matter. She hadnt asked to come to this world, but she was grateful that she had, so she couldn't complain too much. So, instead of trying to relax and get to sleep, Mag was wide awake, peering through the window at the flurries of snow that were cascading onto the Earth, covering it in blankets of white. Everywhere there seemed to be festivities going on, children playing in the streets, all if the things people did when the snow fell.
It wasn't before too long that Mag was outside, enjoying the snow, trying to become part of the world she was now destined to live in. Slowly, she made her way over the snow, across the street, where a group of children were playing. She was wearing a black maxi dress, the boots she had come to this world in with a heel, and a black puffy jacket. She approached the children, whom were attempting to make a snowman, offering to help. "May I help you?" She asked them, and it was before too long they had the makings of a snowman in the works.
Mag was naturally matronly, though she had no children of her own, she loved children more than anything. They rolled the snow until the bottom part of the snowman was built, makeshift and lop-sided, but it was theirs, and soon they had a middle and then a top.
"Find some rocks, for the eyes, nose and mouth." Mag instructed one of the children, whom nodded and skipped away to find rocks. She waited patiently, listening to the soft laughter of other children, as well as music that wafted on the breeze from the square where they seemed to be having some kind of party. Mag was glad that the city was so active and festive.
One of the children came back with a hand full of rocks, and she passed them out to all of the children, teaching them to place them in the appropriate spots, creating the face of the snowman. One of the children handed Mag their hat, causing Mag to laugh as she placed the small hat ontop of the head of the snowman. Once it was done, Mag stepped back to look at it, satisfied. She sighed, and looked over her work, glad she had helped them.
"Thanks ma'am!" The children said, before they ran away excitedly. That warmed her heart. She loved helping children.