[Gift] The 11th Hour | Snowflake

It was snowing, the landscape beginning to settle under a fine dusting of cold white powder. It wasn’t even that cold but the sharp wind that blew through every once in a while seemed to make the chill that little bit worse. It was times like these that made fur instead of plane scales a blessing and not a curse. There was a lot of land where Delphine and Winny lived, all of it vital to their livelihood, cattle, chickens, sheep and even pigs. So it was no surprise that alone in a pasture stood two figures, one very horse-like and the other not so horse-like but if you didn’t look too hard perhaps it was indeed a horse. They stood in relative silence, one watching the other. The paler of the two, half of its body was a light greenish hue and the other half shifting into a grey, was facing away from the other, pawing at the snow covering the ground looking for the bits of grass she knew were there. She snorted, a sound of annoyance, this weather was truly getting on her nerves. The other dragon in the pen was a blue color, accented with white spots and an appaloosa butt, his body led into a brighter tail that ended with sharp dangerous spikes. On top of that his limbs, head and crest were made out of fine wood, his limbs clacked almost satisfyingly as he moved.

He tilted his wooden head as he watched the female dragon, even after all her rejections he still hadn’t quite learned his lesson. He watched as a large snowflake landed across her magnificent body. He was so focused on how beautiful she looked, that he missed that she had noticed him getting closer and barely avoided the backlegged kick aimed directly for his stupid wooden head. He all but stumbled back, nearly tripping over himself as he dodged. When he was a few feet further back, Lilith went back to her task. Lancelot shook himself but not out of fear, no, this was normal, he was sure if she didn’t try to kick him then he’d know something was wrong. He blinked kindly at her, not at all bothered at her hostility, if he was persistent enough surely she would see he was worthy of her attention, her…affection. Regardless of that he found this snowy day rather romantic, much to Lilith’s denial, he’d never seen snowflakes as big and as clear as the ones falling today. Lilith watched through the corner of her eye as Lancelot, rather cautiously walking around her, the giant snowflakes were beginning to accumulate on his back, dusting him in white. She hoped he would stand still and freeze, be buried in snow and never be found again. She shook the snow from her own body as it began to melt and push through her thick winter fur. Was it her or had Lancelot gotten just a step closer to her? He better hope for his sake that she was incorrect.