Frost Bite

2: Dust of Snow

Dust of Snow

The way a crow

Shook down on me

The dust of snow

From a hemlock tree

Has given my heart

A change of mood

And saved some part

Of a day I had rued.

By Robert Frost

Chapter Two:

Dust of Snow

Fire red hair in a high ponytail and dark green eyes watch out the window. She could hear her temporary roommate move around on the spare bed. He is asleep but still roll and can't get comfortable.

She pull out from her dresser an outfit to change in to. With a quick shower and redoing her hair she left with a quick note. It only said she was on a jog to help himself with what is in the fridge.

She left quietly not wanting to wake him. She jog around the small apartment complex twice and then to her shop and back again. The sun start to come out and she reach for the sky. The sun felt lovely on her bare arms.

The snow and cold has never bother her. She enjoy the warm and cold contracting each other. She then got out of her momentary bliss and jog back to her apartment.

She enter from the side door and notice her apartment was to quiet. Glancing around she notice the blue man was gone. She didn't smell sulfur so she knew he didn't leave that way.

She walk into her bedroom, quickly spun around pulling someone down and held them down to the floor. "Two older brothers with asshole friends. You can't sneak up on me." She hiss into his blue pointed ears.

She pull away and walk out to the kitchen. After washing her hands she starts to pull things to cook. "Did dey hurt ya?" He ask softly rubbing his shoulder.

She gave a weak smile that never met her eyes. She turn to him with an even look and cross her arms. "They tried. Daddy then taught me how to shoot." She answer then motion to the wall behind him.

He turn and look at the awards covering the wall. Some of them were shooting guns others were archery and then one stood out. "Vhat dis for?" He asked motioning to the lonesome award.

She want to more than anything to laugh. "Where you thing I learn hand to hand fighting from?" She said once she calm down her laughter. "I am teaching Linn." She turn back to the food humming softly.

He read over the metal then place it back. "You don't have to make me anyding." He spoke softly.

Laura pick up a wooden spoon and point it at him. "Sit or I will go Southern Gal on your blue butt." She threaten. He put his hands up and sat down real fast. "My daddy is from here. So is my aunt and uncle but Momma is from Texas. I was raised in a suburb of New Orleans till I was thirteen and moved to a small farm in Montana. Small farm with beautiful mountain view."

He look really interested. "Your siblings?" He asked softly.

She smile back to him. She reach up pulling down a picture on her fridge and slid it across the small table. "Two older brothers, one younger sister, and my two cousins were always like brothers to me. Uncle wanted me to be more feminine and aunt thought it was awesome I wanted to be unique. Dad and Mama wanted me to know how to defend myself no matter what." I smile at the memories of them all. "My brothers over time start to get protective of me. Eldest, Jason, is a lawyer and the other, Randal, is a contractor. Younger sister is in high school right now. My baby cousins are in two different prep schools." She laugh right out from that.