Bramblepoint Faith is just another worthless sign

@Valencia

Yao grinned. His teeth stung with the crispness of the air, but he relished the pain rather than shrink away. This was new, different. His home, far south from here, never grew as cold as here, never got this much snow. He was no stranger to the strange precipitation, but it was just that to him — strange. Stranger still was that, this late into spring, it still fell on the ground. Was this just how it was in the north? How long would the snows remain, until the sixth moon? Part of him was delighted at the thought and it was this part that took hold of him as he entered the woods. 

He bounded through the snow like a pup, running in bursts of speed only to skid to a halt. He enjoyed the feeling of the snow building up against his fur, and when he turned with a flourish, the feeling of the snow flying from him. He weaved through the trees, yipping in delight, embracing the childish part of himself that never got much time to flourish. His quest (duty, goal, whatever) could wait just a few moments, couldn't it?