It hurt her heart that it wouldn't be white.
She planned to stitch in a division symbol anyway.
"Gray will probably be better in the dark," she muttered, shifting the garment and pushing the needle in a gain.
Everything was dark. It was less dark in the day, sometimes the sun was actually warm. Usually the ash blocked it out. On the brightest days, you could even see the sun, a disk behind the gray. On the brightest days, everything was tinged orange.
More stitching. She'd have it finished in time. A gift, for a birthday. A gift before winter.
Winter would come early, she figured. Wasn't that what all those science shows had said?
"They hadn't even known," she laughed bitterly. No one had, really. Not even the Hunters. All that time spent chasing monsters in other worlds, across the ends of the earth, in dreams and memories. All for nothing.
The Island had been full of jokes about the world ending in fire. At least until some of the Life techs had made it very clear that the ice was coming next.
She was glad they'd been reassigned. Glad Deus hadn't decided to give up, to roll over and die. Of course, that had been weeks ago. Things might have changed back home.
Sherry sighed. Sighed and shifted the cloak in her lap, still working on stitching the lining to it. A tiny little outpost, watching for monsters that hadn't returned. Not to the this part of what was left. It as fine, as far as she was concerned. Living would be hard enough soon, without having to watch the ever growing darkness for monsters.
[A.V.]
Have a thing.