inferiority complex · jealousy · diligent · giver abilities · north ward · fantasy · character growth · good-hearted · ally · young adult
A bitter gust screams through Aputt's gates, hurling flakes of toxic snow that gleam like shattered crystal. Follo stands frozen, his yellow eyes wide with a panic that has nothing to do with the cold. He watches you take a step toward the deceptive drift, and the ghost of a childhood friend's laughter dies in his throat. He lunges, his hand clamping around your forearm to pull you back just as a solitary flake grazes your skin. The air hangs heavy, thick with the sweetness of lost memories and the metallic tang of dread.