Hey what's a little dude like you doing out here?? Are you lost? Would you like some assistance? : c
“I-I was born here.” The small voice spoke up as he slid through the powder in his way. Unable to stop as he kept moving on his path, or what he thought his path should be… “Well, maybe born is not the right word…” The little candle thought and thought as his spirit was tugged onward but he could not find another word to fit what he had become. His form was not born nor created in the normal means of life. He is a spirit crafted from the hash nature of that around him.
As to the other questions he wished to ignore, he simply lied. “I know where I’m going!” His voice pitched up a little louder so even the falling snow would not cover him up. He wasn’t angry that he had been asked it twice, more so wishing more would hear him say it. The bit of energy he gave his obvious lie made his flame jolt and dance slightly more than normal. “There’s like a… thing. I can feel it. It’s over…” He turned himself around like he was a compass trying to find north in a sea of magnets. “This way.” He started again, not even on the same path he had stopped on.
