4th of Spring 513AV
Enria looked upon the sight of the children shovelling snow from a path with sympathetic eyes. She had heard that they had been forced to shovel snow after trying to start a snowball fight and were sent, as punishment, to clear snow from a path.
She remembered back to her days when she longed for when the snow fell and classes would be over. She liked to dance as the snow fell around her or harvested the snow for her own snowballs to throw at her peers. A small smile spread across her face as she remembered the gleeful laughs she use to squeal when she was a chick. Or when she helped clear the snow from the path, like these Yasi were; she felt proud then as she cleared the snow with her peers, like she did a good deed.
It was then that Enria’s eyes fell upon an abandoned shovel, standing upright in the snow as if waiting for further instructions. Enria stood her eyes absorbing the scene of the Yasi hard at work and inwardly debated whether or not to help them. Surely it couldn’t hurt? After all many hands made light work. Before she even registered what she was doing, she stretched out her hand and picked up the shovel which stung her hand with its cold wooden exterior. She placed a firm grip on the shovel, her hand hooking over the handle – her other rested near the mouth of the shovel, and placed her feet firmly in the snow. She began ploughing into the fine white powder and slowly saw the earthy tone of the path, she had become familiar, with remerge.
Despite being scolded for their behaviour. The chatter and giggles of the Yasi still bounced around in the air. A few, near to where Enria had begun shovelling, quietened and spoke in hush whispers. Enria smiled, she still caught fragments of their conversation. They wanted to build snowmen with the snow they were clearing from the path. Enria could almost picture a clear snow free path with snowmen lining it. It would certainly be a sight to see and it would, Enria thought, brighten Wind Reach; though Enria doubted that her image would come to fruition because snow clearing could be a tiring business.
Her arms began to strain as she dug more and more snow out the way. She forgot how tiring shovelling could be and if it could be tiring for her then it must be worse for the children that littered the path with their shovels clutched in their hands. Enria rested her shovel in the snow and rubbed her arms to coax some warmth back into her body. She cracked her knuckles and picked her shovel up again; pulling more and more white clumps of snow out of the way of the path which was important in keeping Wind Reach moving.
Enria worked on her patch of path until her fingers numbed and seemed to almost lock in position. She had to prise her fingers slowly of the shovel; her whole body seemed tired and heavy while her stomach let our fierce growls. It was then that Enria decided to call it a day. She had helped the Yasi clear part of the path and she was certain they could finish the rest without her. She placed the shovel back where she had found it earlier and as she turned to leave, Enria could have sworn she heard someone whisper a thank you to her.
She smiled, she had done a good deed today; and made her way to the canteen where warm soup awaited her cold hands.
She remembered back to her days when she longed for when the snow fell and classes would be over. She liked to dance as the snow fell around her or harvested the snow for her own snowballs to throw at her peers. A small smile spread across her face as she remembered the gleeful laughs she use to squeal when she was a chick. Or when she helped clear the snow from the path, like these Yasi were; she felt proud then as she cleared the snow with her peers, like she did a good deed.
It was then that Enria’s eyes fell upon an abandoned shovel, standing upright in the snow as if waiting for further instructions. Enria stood her eyes absorbing the scene of the Yasi hard at work and inwardly debated whether or not to help them. Surely it couldn’t hurt? After all many hands made light work. Before she even registered what she was doing, she stretched out her hand and picked up the shovel which stung her hand with its cold wooden exterior. She placed a firm grip on the shovel, her hand hooking over the handle – her other rested near the mouth of the shovel, and placed her feet firmly in the snow. She began ploughing into the fine white powder and slowly saw the earthy tone of the path, she had become familiar, with remerge.
Despite being scolded for their behaviour. The chatter and giggles of the Yasi still bounced around in the air. A few, near to where Enria had begun shovelling, quietened and spoke in hush whispers. Enria smiled, she still caught fragments of their conversation. They wanted to build snowmen with the snow they were clearing from the path. Enria could almost picture a clear snow free path with snowmen lining it. It would certainly be a sight to see and it would, Enria thought, brighten Wind Reach; though Enria doubted that her image would come to fruition because snow clearing could be a tiring business.
Her arms began to strain as she dug more and more snow out the way. She forgot how tiring shovelling could be and if it could be tiring for her then it must be worse for the children that littered the path with their shovels clutched in their hands. Enria rested her shovel in the snow and rubbed her arms to coax some warmth back into her body. She cracked her knuckles and picked her shovel up again; pulling more and more white clumps of snow out of the way of the path which was important in keeping Wind Reach moving.
Enria worked on her patch of path until her fingers numbed and seemed to almost lock in position. She had to prise her fingers slowly of the shovel; her whole body seemed tired and heavy while her stomach let our fierce growls. It was then that Enria decided to call it a day. She had helped the Yasi clear part of the path and she was certain they could finish the rest without her. She placed the shovel back where she had found it earlier and as she turned to leave, Enria could have sworn she heard someone whisper a thank you to her.
She smiled, she had done a good deed today; and made her way to the canteen where warm soup awaited her cold hands.
