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A freezing desolate landscape stretches as far as the eye can see. The air itself was sharp, biting at anything unfortunate enough to be exposed. Barren trees, stripped of their leaves were dotted throughout the snow dunes. Bits of plant life sprouted pathetically from the ground, begging for warmth, for light, for the storm to finally wane. 
Their cries were silent, yet heard, and understood deeply by all.

The storm raged on for years, with not a sign of dwindling. Mother nature was nothing but cruel. It was as if she was punishing humanity, tearing open the sky and taking away the sun itself. Leaving them with only remnants of what their burning star provided before. She understood mother nature's anger towards humanity, but to punish them all so harshly... She could not wrap her head around. At least, that is what she thought. Though, she knew it was mere delusion, to have something to point to as an explanation, but it was comforting either way.

She trudged through the snow, glancing at the neighborhood all around her. It used to be so active, familiar people chatting on sidewalks and riding their bicycles to the park. As she looked around, she only envisioned how it once was, if only to keep her heart warm as she ventured onwards. She soon reached her destination, tearing herself from fantasy as she gazed up at the building. The once-inviting diner completely beaten and worn down. Still, it stood tall, even against the unforgiving freeze. The windows were nearly all shattered, the few left marred and cracked. She could still remember sitting by them whenever she got lunch there; when the sun danced through the glass to create a wonderous show of lights as it mixed with its stained colors. The place had become so ominous within the wind, almost lonely even among the other buildings. 
It pained her to see it be worn down to such conditions, it was a stark contrast to its once cheery atmosphere.

She stalled going inside. Not concerned about safety, as she has come here multiple times already. It's always been clear of Them, but she feared the feeling. It was overwhelming, and stung worse than anything, yet it gave a powerful solace even through teary eyes. She took a deep breath, and with hesitation, began towards what was left of the entrance. With a wing on the doorway, she peaked inside. A feeling of nostalgia washing over her. She looked to the booths, which she always favored over the stools by the counter. Their velvet fabric faded and torn, with piles of snow taking over the seats nearest to the window. She approached, sliding a wing against one of the tables, tracking up dust onto her feathers. She looked down the aisles of the booths, and slowly, she unsheathed her weapon while she walked her way down. She allowed it to drag across the floor, preferring to hear anything over the howls of the wind.

She stopped as she reached the second to last booth, looking down at what only looked like another massive pile of snow that had built up. She carefully positioned herself before sitting down on her knees, gently placing her weapon down in front of it in a respectful manner. She simply stared a moment at the snow, admiring the way it twinkled within darkness. Closing her eyes, she leaned over and wiped a small portion of the snow off to reveal a chunk of beautifully blue ice. Through it, a dark silhouette lay somberly. It's form and features obscured by the layer of ice. As she reeled back, she only stole glances at what she uncovered, actively avoiding looking for too long. 

She knew mentally, it would be best for her to not look closely, even if emotionally she wanted so badly to see her friend again, just once. Instead, she only imagined how graceful he would look within the ice, perhaps his feathers shimmered wondrously when light shone through. Like a delicate cocoon, she hoped he was bundled up sweetly to forever be preserved. Which, despite her hatred for the cold now, she thanked. Grateful that for as long as the freeze remained, she still had chances to be blessed by her friend's presence. 

As her mind wandered, she sat back against the tall boards of the counters behind her. She began to speak aloud, explaining with a shaky voice how her life has been going for the past couple moons. How she had been fortunate enough to find a group of survival buddies and all the dangerous situations they've went through. She made sure to speak with vigor, gesturing as she spoke and occasionally drawing in the snow what she described. She made sure to tell him specifically about how she had met a kind old dragoness that had generously helped repair her switchaxe. As her stories came to an end, she was only met with silence. Her eyes were glistening with tears screaming to release, to which she opposed with a quick wipe to both eyes. She turned her head to see dusk setting in, knowing it'd be wise to get going soon as to not worry her friends. 
She gripped the coat she wore tightly, curling herself up until her legs rested comfortably near her chest. She closed her eyes to think, enjoying the last few moments lost in memories.