"Half my heart a gift of purity
Half my heart a deadly curse
Half will live in sweet obscurity
Half will take me to my hearse"
Today those trees slumbered underneath pristine blankets of fluffy, gentle snowflakes, and the streams pushed past icy walls in anticipation of the runoff that would follow. The citizens milled about to perform their daily business with little to no thought of the world beyond their boundaries. All was at peace, at total tranquility, and none feared any landslide or avalanche that was common of the Caedmon Mountains. A murky veil was draped over the town and streaked in violets and crimsons of the setting sun. Truly, the folk were prepared to turn in for the day and let frost cover their sleeping eyes.
And yet another look would reveal unrest beneath the surface. It seemed that one communicated a sense of unease to another despite their relaxed strides and happy faces, and as they withdrew to their homes they eagerly shut and locked their doors against the oncoming night. Even the drowsy sun appeared in a hurry to depart before the imminent darkness arrived. Mayhaps the bliss was an entire facade to turn away unwanted attention. Children stumbled through the streets where salt had dissolved ice and snow alike, and one child fell into a pile of snow that had been pushed to the side. Said child took an unwitting glance at the descending, gentle drifts of snow before she bolted for the comfort of her home. Twin Moon Peak stood as high as ever, unmoved, unswayed, its face obscured in the wintry dusk.
White was accented with crimsons and violets. Snow pooled on the streets and the salts were steadily spent in their efforts to ward the ice. The town's clamor settled to stillness and silence, and the last of the citizenry finished the last of their business on the streets, allowing the town's veins to continue coursing with gentle life. A bittersweet chill breathed frost upon glass panes and swept gloriously down the streets in the approaching twilight.
A woman swept snow off of her porch. A dog sniffed about in discarded heaps of what hopefully contained food. A white Guysack stood dormant beside a store, inside which a man prepared to close his shop up. The man paused in his works to admire the snow which settled in his window.
o.o.c.; 50k will be reaped from the completion of this roleplay
due to its opening during the Site-Wide event.