17th of Summer, 512AV
The white substance had covered the ground, the houses and even some of the people she seen. For many days upon entering the city she had even been confused as to what it was, her logic simply telling her that it was freezing and not always as soft as it looked. And more often than not she found herself pegged by a stray ball of it. Eventually she had managed to wrangle the answer out of one of the children who pegged her, catching him by the shirt and demanding her tell her what it was.
Snow. Cold and solidified water they had said but she had been sure that was something called ice, still she had tested the theory the day before and found it to be true. Today she was insistent on seeing as much of it as possible, especially after being attacked by a stray snow being. Kat did not understand Alvadas, she did not understand why she could never find the same place twice or why the road never looked the same but still she always strode forward confidently until she reached some sort of destination. Although she did tend to hiss, jump and growl every time the street shifted on her, flinging her into another part of town.
Previously she had been walking through a small housing area and now she found herself in front of a large building and a large group of people teeming in and around the building. She was tempted to ask but found more often than not the people here gave no straight answer, it both vexed and confused her, riddles and jokes were not her strong point. Strangely enough the children were the easiest to speak to and so grabbing one by the back of his shirt she tugged him towards her.
“This Kat would like to know where she is.” For a few moments he only gaped at her before grinning and sliding free.
“This ‘ere be the Temple of Ionu, ‘e makes it snow an’ stuffs.” A wicked grin spread across the child’s face and he waved Kat down, whispering conspiratorially, “The snowman be alive ya know. Just talk to ‘em.”
She nodded, although confusion was plain on her face but the boy offered no other advice or explanation, instead scurrying off with his friends. She began to follow them without realizing it, watching them roll large balls of snow and stack them, they looked very similar to the snow-thing that attacked her…
Snowmen! That must be what he was talking about and that was what attacked her! Smiling to herself she slowly began to piece together what the boy had meant, talking to the snowman made them come to life. Curious she plopped herself down in the snowy walkway and attempted to create the circle but each time her hands smashed the powdery substance. Finally succeeding she hummed happily and continued to try rolling the snow and stacking them.
