Mackerel kicked the snow fluff that had found its way onto the plowed sidewalk. The horrid stuff had stopped falling yesterday, and Echo had somehow convinced the little Herald to go outside and play some. The girl hadn't wanted to... she knew exactly what her Guardian was up to... she was dcorating for the holidays and didn't want the young child to break any of the shatterable ornaments or get hurt among the light strands and garland.
What did she think? That Mackerel was stupid? As if! The Herald was in a huff. She didn't want to be outside, winter was worse than summer! It was cold, and no matter how much clothing and layers she put on there were always drafts due to her exposed wings. As much as the girl loved her glowing appendages, they were pretty bothersome as they corroded about anything they touched for too long.
Oh well, at least it wasn't raining!
The girl, huddled deep in her coat and scarf and hat and everything else she could put on, was watching her booted feet as they trodded the path. She had no destination in mind, only that she was supposed to be out and "enjoying" the day. Whatever.
