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taxonomites2013-03-26 01:04 am
taxonmods) wrote in taxonomites2013-03-26 01:04 am
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[Everywhere.]
When the crystal is broken and the witch's power defeated, the city seems for a moment to hold its breath. Then, somewhere, the first icicle snaps from its overhang, quivers in the air, then lands with a soft plop in the snowbank beneath it.
Followed by the entire accumulated snow on the roof that held it, in one giant FWUMP of powder that buries the witch's body completely.
After that, the sun begins to peek through the gray clouds, and everywhere the snow glitters and glistens, more and more wetly.
Within the space of a few hours, the snow has melted to nothing but patches on porches, a melting as unnatural as the original snowfall itself. The meltwater can be heard everywhere; dripping from eaves, turning the ground into mud, flowing through the city's sewers. Taxon children run outside after days of forced habitation, to enjoy the last bits of snow before it's gone.
The wind that blows through the city and spurs the tattered clouds to break further comes from the west, not the north, and smells of springtime and the sea.
Followed by the entire accumulated snow on the roof that held it, in one giant FWUMP of powder that buries the witch's body completely.
After that, the sun begins to peek through the gray clouds, and everywhere the snow glitters and glistens, more and more wetly.
Within the space of a few hours, the snow has melted to nothing but patches on porches, a melting as unnatural as the original snowfall itself. The meltwater can be heard everywhere; dripping from eaves, turning the ground into mud, flowing through the city's sewers. Taxon children run outside after days of forced habitation, to enjoy the last bits of snow before it's gone.
The wind that blows through the city and spurs the tattered clouds to break further comes from the west, not the north, and smells of springtime and the sea.
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[visual] and wrap?
As the air outside warms up with the continued thaw, Paul will open the Birdhouse doors, to let in the promise of spring.