Dealing With Blonds

Warmth (and inbetweeny chapter)

The coldness of the snow disappeared I felt warmness seep into me. At first it was slow to creep over my frozen body. The first place that I felt the warmth on was my face, it was like when I would stand in the gardens in the summer and let the beating sun shine down on me and the wind throw itself at my face. Then I felt the snow fall away and I felt warmth and softness. I curled in it and a faint smile came to my face. I felt more warmth seep into me and soon it once again held me like a child.

I felt movement but it was slow and rhythmic, it rocked me into a deeper sleep. It dulled my sluggish sleepy senses. It made me feel safe. But to soon it stopped. I started to stir in my sleep but soon I felt something rocking me back to sleep, this rocking wasn't quite as soothing at the first. I felt more like someone struggling to carry me. I started to wake up, my senses started to come back. I could smelled something like crisp winter air, pine trees, and animal hide. I could feel something soft and fuzzy rubbing agents my cheek. I just started to hear things like birds in the winter trees, the soft crunch of snow under feet, an animal snorting. But I for some reason could not prosses all of it. My brain was working sluggishly.

My eyes refused to open. (To tell you the truth I just wanted to get some peaceful sleep. No, I don't spend all my time sleeping. How about you go back to playing with you silly diplomats and stop interrupting me. Why? Because I said so!)

"She's wakening." I could hear it but not prosses it. "Quick hand that to me." I felt the jerking rocking stop. Then I something scratchy touch one cheek and my nose. As my eyes got heaver I starts to smell something like flowers, but it was potent. It was so potent that it over whelmed my other senses. I felt the heaviness of sleep pull me. I gladly welcomed it. I welcomed the peace filled sleep that I had, it stole away my nightmares. It sole away my wakening life, but at least if I was in this deep sleep then life could not become a nightmare. The last thing that I could tell you was that I felt the softness of the fur wrapped around me.

A/N So what do you think happened in this small little in betweeny segment? Who is Sirocco talking with in her side comments, (These thingys.) Lastly who said "She's wakening."?

I lied this is the last thing, Thank you for reading!