The wagon wheels slid over the snow with nary a sound, the soft mush so thick that the dirt and stones underneath couldn't be seen, let alone felt. The wagon still bumped and rattled, however, jostled by the varying thickness in the snow's depth. Settled in the seat directly behind Walter, Amari Tarr rested her cheek on her fisted hand, elbow resting on her knee as the wagon plodded along.
Her traveling companions were a strange bunch, one a girl with what could only be short term memory loss, the other a headless Dullahan, but neither were a threat to the caravan, at least not that she could see yet, not even the cursed undead, and so she kept in their company without complaint.
Three days had slipped past since she joined the caravan, leaving the small village she called her home behind once again. This wagon train passed through once a year, and for the past three decades, she had joined it every year. It was somewhat melancholy to see the new faces that replaced those she had grown to know and cherish as the years passed by, her gift of long life seeming more like a curse at times, leaving her to watch as those she grew to care about passed on and she remained behind. At least, she supposed, Xenos would not abandon her, her precious little brother.
Thinking of her troublesome kin brought a smile to her face, stormy blue eyes brightening as she lifted them from the floor, dropping her hand to rest in her lap as she looked to the young girl, a kind smile on dry lips, "Amari, love. My name's Amari."