winter things [ollie x zale blitz] // lyndis

It's the first time.

This is going to be my first full winter, experienced in all of its magical glory and not just behind iron doors under well-meaning--but still too overprotective--caretakers.

I couldn't contain the excitement that was quickly brewing within me as I dressed appropriately for the weather that came with the season as best I could, with only my parents' experiences to aid me in the task. A big grin on my face, I take my leave in stride with only a glance towards mother and father.

"Gonna go check out the snow!" I exclaim proudly, and their heads turn my way as they quickly mirrored the whites that were upon my face.

"Have fun, honey!" "Be careful out there!"

"I'll be fine!" A small laugh passes through my lips; they're doing their best to not be so concerned about my well-being now but they just can't help it. I don't mind, though, it's always nice to be reminded just how much they really care about me in the end.

Out into the open I go and the chills don't hesitate to bite at my exposed skin. It's an uncomfortable feeling, but not painful, and it takes me some moments to adjust as I keep one foot after the other. I grow to like the sensation.

Exhales and white fog curls out into the air, intermingling with the darker man-made haze over my head as my gaze moves to and fro. Many were wearing lighter clothing than myself, other than the select few who donned just as much. They possess in their grip a variety of handhelds--Christmas (or Ratmas) decorations, toys, I even spot a couple people with objects marked as our District's specialty. Others had food, coffee, another's own grasp, and--

...What was that guy carrying?

I stop and stare at someone who catches my eye from a distance for some moments, who seems to be handling machinery or scrap from machinery, or...something similar to that. Is this for Christmas, or Ratmas?

I couldn't refrain myself from coming up to him and tapping on his shoulder to ask out of curiosity.

"Uh, excuse me," I start. "I hope you don't mind, but I was just wondering...what is that you have there? Are you giving it to someone?"