North of Hyoite, miles and miles away from any kind of civilization, roamed a man who had made ice his way of life. His name -- Gabriel. An eccentric figure to say the least, because even though the icecaps were filled with furry predators he never bothered to try blending in with the environment. His clothes were mostly black, brown, or dark blue, and his black boots were large and heavy. The only thing about his appearance that did seem to blend in was his hair. Long, white, snowy strands flowed down to the middle of his back, rocked by the wind, hiding half of his face. And his eyes were like the sea he never saw. This barren landscape filled with snow and ice and gusts of wind, had become his home.
On this late afternoon, Gabriel stood astride in front of his dwelling. Scrutinizing it with narrowed eyes, he marked the parts that he wanted to change in his mind. His house was never finished, never complete, there were always things that could be better or more beautiful. But now was not the time. He needed to hunt. He hadn't particularly enjoyed the polar bear meat that had been on the menu for the past three weeks, but it had been worth a try. Back to seals again. Gabriel took up the long spear that was almost completely hidden by the falling snow and inspected its tip. It would be good enough for another prey.
About an hour later, the metal arrowhead was bloodied and the sleigh that was pulled by Gabriel carried the dead body of a young seal. The snowfall was slowly becoming thicker and it was hard to see, but Gabriel knew his way home. However, in the distance he saw something unexpected. His eyes were slits when he tried to see what it was, never pausing once. When he was but thirty feet away, he recognised the object. It was a parasol of sorts, though strangely unaffected by the snow. At first, the parasol seemed to be sitting on a rock by itself, but as Gabriel closed in on it he saw that it did not quite make contact with the stone. Only when he circumcised the rock he could see the bigger picture, finding himself staring at a poorly-dressed woman with long dark hair. Gabriel raised his eyebrows, and studied the woman though he know she had seen him. At first he thought it must be a ghost or something, but it didn't go away when he blinked. Yet she seemed frail, fragile, so much that he was certain he could see right through her if he tried. Finally, he cleared his throat.
"Looking for something, miss?" he asked dryly. A COAT perhaps?
