Clavott wasn't exactly sure as to why he was here. He looked upwards, toward the heavens; and as he did so, a feather-light snowflake landed teasingly on his nose.
Oh yes. That was why.
He had never seen snow like this two weeks ago. Now, however, it was all that constantly surrounded him, mounting ever higher. Great mounds of the pure white snow covered rooftops, signs, and even the shoulders of passerbys that swiftly stalked by, hugging themselves for warmth. The pearly sky was darkening, and rosy lights made homes appear to be on fire. The entire town was a paradise in white.
Smiling to himself, Clavott wrapped his cloak tighter around himself, and shuffled his boots through the knee-deep snow. He had a room at a nearby inn, and therefore nothing to worry about as other people began clamouring to get indoors. With a sigh that produced a great cloud of steam, he turned down a side street and into the nearby woods. Mountainous pine trees reached towards the sky, only to be pulled back down by piles of snow. Other trees sat completely bare.
He found what he was looking for quickly. A small open glen, nearly a perfect circle surrounded by trees. He reached for his-
Oh. He had left his violin in his room. Disheartened, he frowned- until he realized something. He didn't need an instrument to play. He rose his hands upwards, as though gripping an imaginary violin, and began to mime playing. However, the magic within him produced these notes aloud; and all of a sudden, he was playing an invisible- but very audible- violin to the darkening sky, and treating the snow to a soothing tune. Like the snow itself falling, he played, slow, delicate and beautiful. His warm honey eyes closed and an even warmer smile lit his face.
