<span style="color: #80FFFF">A soft silence was all that could be heard, with the faint whispers of wind as it blew. Even though it was quiet then, with next to no sound at all, there were times when some noise was around. The sound of bells jingling, or the beautiful song of a harp as it was being played. The world all around was white, as snow covered everything, every surface. Ice glistened here and there, shining as the pale sun hit it. There were spots of other colors too, light pinks and purples, blues and greens, but all were hued to the vibrancy that made one think of winter, and cold weather. But that was how it was to always be, as this was the city of winter fairies, Deioun, ruled by the snow queen, and the ice king. Their names were Bruma and Nix. And, they had a daughter. She was thought to be one of the most beautiful of the snow fairies, and was loved by all of the winter creatures and Deioun citizens. Her name was Glaciea, and she had the gentle demeanor of softly falling snow in the quiet darkness of early twilight.<br/><br/>Glaciea was content with her life. No, she was not elated about how she lived, and if she was honest with herself she wanted more than just to live her years in the icy corridors and snow filled hallways that linked the winter palace together, the way string held clothes in one piece. Frost filled courtyards with flowers frozen and covered in white could be seen, and fountains had water that was frozen mid-spray, creating unique designs in the freezing water. Currently, she was in such a courtyard, one that she could see just outside her bedroom window, and on the edge of a cliff. There was a beautifully sculpted banister that kept any from falling, not that they couldn't just fly back up, but it was something for safety, and to make the place look even more attractive. Sitting upon a pure white marble bench that had designs of snowflakes carved in it, snow falling on her and gathering in her hair and on her eyelashes, she gazes out at the mountains around the whole city, staring at the spot between two mountain peaks that she knew led out of the winter city, and in to the world beyond.<br/><br/>What she wouldn't give for a change of pace right about now... That would be most enjoyable. Her eyes slowly begin to close, as drowsiness begins to take over her body. The large fluffy white hooded cloak that she was wearing slips off of her shoulders as her body slumps slightly. Her vision begins to blur slightly, but not once did she look away from that one spot. In the haze of the snow falling and her own tiredness, she could have sworn she saw something flying, a speck in the distance, but maybe that was just her own imagination. She nods off, unaware that things were about to happen, incredible things, sad things, all sorts of happenings...and she would be so very happy. </span>