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     she’s sprawled out in whatever meadow she’s found, still reeking of the underworld. it’s getting dark; she should head home, but she can’t pry herself off the ground long enough. the ground is the closest place to the underworld she can get, as if she might melt and flow through the cracks back down below. it’s the first time she’s wanted to be there in the longest time. 

“My grandmother says everything is more prone to break when frozen. I think it may be true of hearts as well.”  The way twigs would bend in summer, but snap in two when the winter frost came.

The thought of her grandmother came with its own ache. She missed her dearly. It had been over a year since she embarked on her journey, and still northward she carried on in search of Kai. He was alive. Of this, she was sure - without a shadow of a doubt.

The princesses of this kingdom had been kind to her thus far. Gerda learned early to treasure kindness, but keep a keen eye out for trickery. So far, there was no edge to their hospitality.

            ‘ your grandmother sounds like a very wise woman.    believe me   ---   during russian winter, everything is frozen! ’      and everything breaks easily, too.    tatiana cannot help but think of all the tragedies which have stalked her family in the winter.    uncle sergei’s asassination...  little cousin ella’s death...   and the murder of their dear, dear friend.   yes, things break far more easily when the world is frozen...   and when they break, like sculptures of ice, they  s h a t t e r .

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“My--what a curious little thing.”

The lands Above were home to the strange and fantastic, but seldom were they quite such familiar sights--familiar and bizarre, both at once--as a faerie-sized human perched on a nearby gate.

     she’s felt so alone. and for so long. to know there are others like her - but to also know there are others with such dark magic as rothbart is not good. she is so tired of curses, of terrible fates. odette longs for some sense of normalcy in her life again, to be free. and it seems impossible.

     “----little flower!” persephone calls, rounding the gate into her momma’s garden. spring clings to her, the train whistle fading into the distance. another winter gone. 

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“Gunder. Kaptajn Gunder, formerly of the King’s Royal Army, but I would dare even to say I’m well on my way to becoming a lord.”

        ‘ a lord?  how very prestigious. ’       she lowers her head, curious how a simple captain intends to become a lord.  an act of great valor, perhaps?       ‘ how do you plan to  d o  this? ’