New perspective

MaeA A suggestion of ease about the shoulders, and Maea breathed out in relief. No anger, no yelling, and the girl was good at pretending she did not stare. Perhaps she could get through this without too much trouble. Leaning down to pick up the snowball, she began to pick it apart with cold fingers, watching the pieces fall to the ground and reform again - an excuse not to look at the supposed midwife for too long. "Maea," she replied softly. "I live in the Outskirts... don't come here very often. But..." A pale hand gestured att ge dark sky, where the sun shone with its absence and the sky remained dark despite the brightness of the spark bird. Daring a closer look at the younger teen, with a squint that did little to help focus Maea's vision, she took in the tall, slender girl from the lovely face to the golden hair, and couldn't help but to ask. "Aren't you a bit young to be a midwife?" you're so cold, but you feel alive.