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Timestamp: The 3rd of Winter
The man didn't walk like a man at all. He had a cat-like stride that gave the impression he was almost darting with delight between snowflakes. Several times he almost ran into another person on the street because he was paying no attention whatsoever to where he was going. Instead, his head was flung back and his eyes were staring up at the first softly falling snow of the winter. His ice blue eyes held a sense of wonder and he had a half smile on his face that had an element of amazement to it that no man would rightfully wear.
His motions were feminine as if his heavy form was used to moving with far lighter grace. His hair was in disarray and not trimmed neatly like other Lhavitans. In fact, he looked more Svefra than anything, and that too made him stand out in Lhavit. And, as if no one was watching or he forgot he was in fact in public, large strong hands slipped out of his pockets and lifted skyward, as if he could no longer contain his delight at the snow. Strangely, as his hands lifted, so too did his cloak and it looked almost as if he was wearing nothing at all under it save the heavy boots he had his shoes clad in. Flesh was visible momentarily from a gap in the cloak, revealing darkly tanned skin that seemed to reinforce the Svefra heritage. Then, unexpectedly and unintentionally his hand smacked into a passerby and the man's gaze fell downward, he uttered something apologetic in a voice that didn't sound like it really even fit the man, and he darted into a alley that lead to a small courtyard - one of many devoted to Syna, Leth, or Zintila.
If anyone followed, they'd find the man alone in a courtyard that only held four small trees in its corners. The sundial sank into the ground in its center revealed it was one of Syna's courtyards. The man, thinking he was alone once more, lifted his arms upwards and revealed more skin and long muscular legs. He began to dance, spinning around the sundial, laughing in a voice that was quickly changing. Its pitched moved even higher and settled into a feminine trill even as the man's form contorted and changed, rearranging itself as he danced. Shoulder length black hair grew longer, lightened, and became a wash of golden brown that fell in a long straight cascade to the man's waist. Man? No... he was slowly changing, even as the snow trampled around the sundial.
The man became a woman clad only in heavy boots and a wool cloak. The boots were too big for her now by far but she managed to keep them on even in the slowly accumulating snow. She lost her grace though, the heavy footwear making her appear awkward as she tried not to dance out of them or fall. But the girl did not mind, her eyes always skyward, her hands reaching out invitingly to the snowflakes.
"By Caiyha, you are so beautiful!.. like frozen tears in the night sky. The stars...." She called, laughing again, thinking herself alone as she praised the snow and reveled in its wonder. ".... the stars they fall!" She sang, sounding for all the world like someone who'd lost their mind.