Winter's evenstar comes to rest by his side, eyes the color of molten silver sparkling with mischief. Germany holds few fond memories for her, and yet, she cannot help but feel jubilant on this dark night, for it is a night for devils, and she is one herself. "I have been waiting all year for this," she murmurs. She cants her head to the side, blood red lips splitting in a sharp smile. "Mightn't I join you, old friend?"
LAND AND SNOW BELOVE THEM BOTH, EVEN WHEN MAN FORGETS.
KRAMPUS’ LONG, BEARDED JAW SETTLES OVER-TOP HER HEAD; HIS OWN FEELS FAR TOO HEAVY -- WEARY FROM HIS OWN CRAFT. MANIC WITH IT, TIRED OF IT, & YET -- KRAMPUS IS ALIVE.
SHE IS SWATHED IN HIS CLOAK. SHE IS WRAPPED IN HIS WARMTH. HE HOLDS HER, AND DESPITE HIMSELF, THE OLD GOAT SMILES.
“ Immer, meine Perle. ”
BEYOND THE HORIZON, DISTANT MOUNTAINS SLICE INTO THE SHAPE OF THEIR MOON.
“ Immer. ”
