Chimera Fields i am inimitable i am an original

There was a flurry of movement across the snow. Vairë looked to the side, but her peripherals did not reveal her snowy visitor until she raised her head and looked.

There, against the snow, a face so long gone her memory tripped and stuttered over it like a record. Her heart stuttered.

Wilwarin?

Her own voice croaked in her ears, less a doe and more a goose. Her eyes were wide, so wide she didn’t think she could close them. Her sister, here, in front of her.

She didn’t think she’d ever see her again. She didn’t know what to do when she did.