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the start of the connection (two)

Ambrose couldn't see a thing.

She had no idea where Nicholas had taken her, but she knew that there was a lot of snow. In fact, she was almost sure this was what a 'blizzard' was. Nicholas had often talked about them and how many lives they took.

She didn't understand why Nicholas had brought her here, and who would live in such a bitter climate in the first place.

"We're in Sweden." Nicholas' voice seemed to resonate in her ears.

"How come I can't see you?" She yelled into the storm.

"Dearest Rosie, you're not trying hard enough."

It was then that Ambrose realised how completely idiotic she had been.

Her mind had been wrapped around the fact that the snow was there, and she had forgotten that for her, the snow wasn't there.

Just as she came to her senses, the snow seemed to stop for Ambrose Littleray. Her eyes quickly regained the mischievous glint as they feasted upon what Sweden's horizon had to offer. Nicholas was already ahead of her, walking to what appeared to be a gigantic golden rock.

Curious, Ambrose quickly caught up to Nicholas as her eyes fixated upon the glowing rock in front of them.

A minute passed. Not wanting to question Nicholas, Ambrose bit on her tongue to stay silent. Her head was exploding with questions. She turned her head slightly to look around, but her train of thought was interrupted by a soft, melodic voice.

"I was wondering when you were going to arrive," Ambrose turned to look at the rock, but it had turned into a small girl. Upon further inspection, Ambrose noticed that she had wings the colour of a rainbow. "You're a tad late, you see. But I assume you had prior preoccupations."

"Hedda," Nicholas smiled, and the girl turned her head to face him. She had the most marvellous blue eyes, ones that, at first glance, seemed unwelcoming, but after delving into them, Ambrose discerned that Hedda's eyes seemed to radiate with kindness. "You're the first one to not ask me if it was your time."

"I suppose that would've come up in the conversation, but I wanted to make sure that all was well," she stood up, and revealed to be just a little bit taller than Ambrose. Hedda had platinum blonde hair that reminded Ambrose of a very bright candle. When Ambrose looked down to her feet, she nearly gasped. Instead of normal feet, she had the talons of an eagle. Hedda noticed Ambrose, and smiled. "It's normal to be scared, at first. I'm a Harpy, you see," she nodded, shaking her hair out of her face.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to be rude," said Ambrose. "I think you're very pretty." Hedda laughed, her voice light.

"That's awfully kind of you. I think you're incredibly pretty, too," Ambrose blushed, and Hedda turned to Nicholas. "You were right. She is different."

"I apologise for our late arrival," Nicholas' eyes softened. "I do thank you for your patience."

"It's not a problem, really. I'm ever so glad you actually brought her," Hedda gently placed her wing across Ambrose's shoulder. "You know, it's okay if you don't remember me in six-hundred years. I won't be mad. But I'd like you to take one of my feathers for this wand he's crafting you, and I do hope that you'll use it." She shook her wing, and a small feather landed in Ambrose's hand.

"Thank you." Ambrose whispered. 

"You're very welcome, Ambrose Natte." Hedda bowed her head at the two, and with a strong bat of her wings, flew into the cold air. Ambrose watched as she disappeared.