[AW] when snow falls, she listens

[Maerys]

of dawn court MAERYS   Leaving the warmness within her palace walls had been a painful decision. As the warmth deserted her bones and then her flesh and the chill superseded it, it was a cutting shock. As the zephyr beat her side, she grew sinewy; muscles fighting overtime to keep her diminutive frame upwards and steady. Her tresses were disheveled, a fine flag streaming. Though her hide was creamy, an array of spruce and mule with sections of porcelain, she wasn't camouflaged against the ivory scene before her. Maerys wasn't sure what brought her to the frostbitten steppe, but she was there and in her weariness, she voted to patrol. She hadn't done much since she appeared a few days ago, for how busy could one get in less than a week? Eventually, she would have an arsenal of duties and tasks to accomplish, but for now, simply patrolling seemed natural. Her breath was pale against the numbing air, her mind wandering as she blinked thoughtfully, captivated by the soft, dusty illusions of light that sat heavy on her eyelashes. She adored the snow, moreso when it was falling. Though the snow was beautiful it was cold and sharp. It was a crisp, white, pristine covering that transformed the landscape into something unrecognizable.  Despite the beauty that surrounded her, she felt a heavy weight in her heart. Maerys thought that because she had grown up in the violent streets of poverty with a merchant as her caretaker that she had seen everything. Still, she knew well nothing would prepare her for her future life as a soldier. She would see friends, allies, and perhaps even one day her own family perish. With vengeance, however, her foes would see the same perilous fate. The girl, so young and so brave, couldn't promise that her skills would be godly, but her determination and fire would prove unmatched. IT WASN'T ABOUT PRAYING TO THE GOD YOU BELIEVE IN IT WAS SOLELY ABOUT BELIEVING IN YOURSELF