Atrestin tossed and turned for what seemed like hours, unable to quiet his racing thoughts enough to sleep. So much had happened over the past few weeks, but he had never sat down and thought about it all yet. Up until this evening, he'd been reacting to what had happened. Now that he had time to actually think about it all, his head was spinning. Finally, he threw back the blankets and rose out of bed, abandoning thoughts of sleep as a lost cause. Shivering in the bitterly cold air, he pulled his boots on and tossed a cloak around his shoulders, then set off to try and walk off his confusion. After several minutes, he emerged on a balcony. The threatening clouds were finally unleashing their burden of snow, which softened the darkness as it drifted in an ever-moving fog down from the sky. Atrestin sighed and watched his breath fog in the air, then glanced left and right out of habit, to ensure no one was trying to catch him unawares. He blinked and looked left again. Apparently, he was not alone in suffering insomnia. On another balcony, one of the primary sources of his confusion was sitting and watching the snow fall as well. The dim moonlight that filtered through the clouds and snow gleamed on Eldryth's silver-white hair and silvered her pale face, except for the spots of color that the cold had raised on her high cheekbones. She was wrapped in a thick blanket to ward off the chill, but as he watched, she extracted a slim hand and held it out, as though to catch one of the drifting flakes. *sits back and eyes her two creations proudly* Well, for a story that I pulled out of thin air while writing the description, it's not too shabby, is it? As for the picture... *helpless little shrug* What can I say? It's an older one, I drew it a while back, right around the time of our first snowstorm of winter, sooooooo.......... Whatcha think?