Snippet #1700892

Annabelle Rose Duchannes

Annabelle closed her eyes and spread out her fingers to catch a snowflake as Thorns quickly moved around her, making their way into their new dorms. She opened her eyes and looked up at the ground, that was covered in a thick veil of snow. It was beautiful. She watched her warm breaths disappear into the early morning air as cold snow melted into freezing when it touched her warm skin. Her body ached to shift into her wolf for that was much better equipped for snow, but she resisted. She sat down on her bag and made hand prints in the snow, with a small smile. It was so quiet that she could close her eyes and actually not be distracted by other wolves, or Thorns. Everyone else had gone inside to escape the bitter cold. In fact, some where probably looking out the window that whispering about how crazy she must be. But at the moment, she really didn't care. She glanced down at her bright red gloves, caked in snow, before touching the little pink pom-pom on the top of her hat and brushing off the snow. Hearing a little chirp shatter the peaceful silence, she glanced up to see a plump bluejay sitting just about half a foot from her. It seemed intrigued with her pink knitted hat. Trying not to spook it, she very slowly reached down and put her hand in front of it, hoping it would step onto her gloved hand. The bluejay stared at her hand for a long minute before deciding it was safe and stepping on. With a sweet smile, Annabelle brought the bluejay up into her lap. "Hi there, sweetheart." She crooned gently, trying hard not to scare it. The bird was beautiful, with sleek blue feathers and an intelligent-looking expression. Very slowly reaching into her bag, she pulled out a small piece of banana bread that one of her kind teachers had smuggled her. Breaking off a little, she set it down in her lap in front of the bird. Again the bluejay stared at it for a minute before dipping his head down and nibbling away at it. Smiling to herself, Annabelle leaned back onto an ice-covered tree while the bird ate away at the banana bread. Vaguely, she wondered if birds were even supposed to have banana. She brushed this thought away, figuring it would be fine.