Short Stories

L'Hiver (2017)

Background Information: This is an old piece that I wrote for a class project in my Year 9 English class; 2017. I found it again recently and decided to upload it. enjoy lol (I'm so sorry to those who speak French) This isn't edited sorry.

L'Hiver snuggled down into the comforting and compact earth. A soft layer of snow brushed across the weasel's forehead as she stumbled onto a low crouching position. It was only then that she could feel the solid reflecting metal against her neck; the collar. It felt so regal and righteous on her like how the sun stood as strength and belonging to the people that lived beneath its rays.  

Ominous and foreboding, she quickly leapt to her paws, a poofy tail flipped over and slid over the still sleeping face of Felicia. Eyelids immediately fluttering awake to the sight of her petite furry companion who was now waddling over to the entry of their contemporary stay.

"It's been a while since the storm drew away," the mortal girl hummed, sleepily chewing on her thumb. They were slightly blue from the chasing through the storm the night before but it wouldn't affect her as far as she was concerned. If she could wrap them up warm in time. Felicia stiffly forced herself up and began the search for the missing scarf.

She felt the fabric whisper slyly beneath her fingertips. The girl paused, then at the sight her blood ran cold....
The scarf which, had somehow unwound itself from its owner's neck and now lay half buried beneath a pile of white substance. It was a shame really, how the weather could immediately leave you at its mercy in the blink of an eye. The colours which had used to be a cheerful and cosy dark orange now appeared mouldy and with a disturbingly evil feel for it's even darker form.
L'Hiver gazed sympathetically at her from a few short metres away. Humans were incredibly weird yet exciting creatures and every now and then the young ferret became more confused at all the necessities that one would need when it came to survival.
Charcoal dark beads blinked curiously as the girl picked up the now damp piece of additional clothing. It smelt now, like dirt and wet wood. A horrid scent that to either of them reminded them of illness and a harsh cold.
"What are you going to do now?" squeaked the tiny animal.
Although the two could not exactly distinguish thorough conversations without her amulet, it was already clear to her of what she was asking. But neither could expect of what was to happen in the future. Felicia curled her hands into tight fists and drove them into the ground angrily.
The ferret leapt aside as her companion shakily stood up cautiously.
Was this a technique human used to absorb more warmth? Thought the weasel. Although her thoughts and curiosity quickly turned to worry as Felicia stood up and took a few steps outside the shelter. Where did she seem to want to go? What were her intentions?
The small creature blinked, clearly shaken to her own thoughts. Throughout her life of hunting down vermin and keeping away from unholy predators, she had never once thought about the wellbeing of another, especially when that other was a human. She stared solemnly in disbelief towards the outside since it seemed the only valid option to do.  

"We should continue on to Syrinx if that is at all possible." The girl's voice murmured close by. Of course, to the other all that was heard was a chorus of squeaks and burbling; she couldn't translate human talk in her head. But where she felt all emotion another story was being told. A warming sensation reached within her and filtrated her mind with images of a dry, desolated valley.
L'Hiver watched in awe, as Felicia continued to cast printings of her past steps along the uneven surface areas. 
The atmosphere was still and frigid as if the burling storm from before had held its breath, waiting for them to trample upon her clutches. L'Hiver and Felicia's eyes scanned the area. Shrubs and bushes squatted along the side-lines as if prepared for the worse with their leaves all brown and chewed off and their branches sticking out naked.
"Then what?" asked the ferret.
Felicia didn't respond. Instead reached within the folds of her cloak to grasp a hold of something. The delicate material ran wildly upon her touch throughout an attempt to smooth out the folds. It was a dark eccentric lilac with a soft silver hemming. She could feel the depth and power that it represented running into her veins. She stroked the material again before eventually finding her tongue.
"I guess, we'll have to see." The young guardian hesitated to smile although it came out as a more toothy-shark like grin.
L'Hiver nodded. Without hesitation, she idly climbed once again upon the broad shoulders of her companion. Felicia felt her muscles tense up as L'Hiver struggled once again to fit between her neck and cloak. Eventually finding a suitable place to curl her tail around Felicia's neck.
"Are you comfortable?"
"It's not something I am used to but I can handle it for a while," croaked the weasel softly. She closed her eyes. Barely being able to keep herself from falling asleep.
Felicia rolled her eyes at the lazy animal. It had only been like a week since she had been assigned with this creature and yet already she could tell exactly what kind of persona L'Hiver had. 
But it wasn't all bad she told herself, guiding her feet through the snow. Besides L'Hiver wasn't trained or to put it nicely used to the kinds of tasks a guardian might have to take. Felicia felt her heart sink the deepening emotions within her. She tried swallowing the guilt and tasted its pure bitterness when she did. She dissed the thoughts with a deep exhale. 
The wind whistling past her ears as both young guardian and her acquaintance began their first few steps on their journey...