Cold Fingers [Sage]

[Marianne Scott]

Fall was setting in. But Marianne didn't care. She was out and about, bundled up with a notebook under her arm. She was planning on drawing if her fingers didn't freeze off in the chill of the wind. Her other obstacle was to make sure that her pages didn't fly away. Marianne was more worried about the pages than her fingers. Her art was so precious to her. Even though it probably wasn't worth anything to anyone else, it was her most valuable possession

She found a comfy place in the grass and pulled her cap down even further down onto her ears. She opened her notebook and set a few stones on the corners so nothing would blow away and began working on the landscape of the lake. She didn't find landscape to be her strength, but any chance she got, she would continue to practice.

She sniffled like she always did in the cold. She didn't know why the cold made her nose run, but it always did. She looked up at the leaves blowing in the air and could only smile. She loved fall. She had brought colors with her so she could capture the colors of fall on the lake. The colors were vibrant in the sunlight. Marianne only wished that the colors would last longer, but then never lasted all that long.

Once the leaves disappeared to the ground, the trees looked dead. She couldn't wait for the snow to come and cover them. The trees looked like skeletons in the time between the fall and the first snow fall. Snow brought life back into the world.

The wind picked up and blew a few sheets away as the stones moved. Marianne screeched, closing her book, and running after the sheets. She was not going to lose them.

[Sage Ersilia]

Sage really liked walking around the lake whenever there was a lot on his mind. He used to take a walk around the pond at Hammel, but since he was now graduated, that was no longer an option. He wouldn’t deny that he missed Hammel life, but college was fascinating and fun in its own way.

The lake looked gorgeous today as the leaves were now changing in color, but the cold was starting to bite at him. Fortunately, he always had his light to keep him warm, and he was comfortable enough with just a light jacket. The wind blew rather strongly in one moment, and something caught Sage’s eye as it fluttered in the wind. Pieces of paper flew by him, and when he noticed a woman frantically trying to retrieve them, he moved in to help, catching a few of them when he was within reach. When the wind ceased for a moment, Sage held out the papers he caught out to the woman and smiled, slightly out of breath from the sudden exercise.

“Here. You need these right?”

The woman was very beautiful and reminded him of his older sister, Stella. The long blond locks were much like hers, and she seemed like a gentle, kind person.

[Marianne Scott]

Marianne wanted to scream and cry and curse at the wind all at the same time. She couldn't believed this had happened. She had weighed it all down and she was just so mad that the wind had managed to pull the papers up anyway. She chased down as many of the papers she could. The one that meant the most to her was still missing though. She had a lot of her important ones, but the one of her father wasn't there. She didn't remember him much anymore and didn't have pictures, so that drawing from when she was younger was the only thing she had left. It wasn't great, but it was the only thing she had left of him.

She saw some papers thrust in her face and she grabbed them quickly, paging through them. She let out a big sigh of relief when she found the drawing of her dad. She hugged it close to her and looked up at the boy that had brought them to her, "Thank you so much. I didn't think it would be this windy and I though I had weighed them down, but I guess I didn't have enough weight on it."

She collected the pages and put them back into her portfolio and situated it so it was open again, but the loose pages were under her butt. She looked back up at him again, "Does it look anything like it?" She pointed to the shoreline she was trying to draw. Maybe it did, but it was still in some pretty rough stages. She made a few more strokes with her pencil hoping to improve it.