Sheer Cold

Monty

His voice was a bit raspy. He turned in his chair to face the pale girl sitting among his rug. "Ah, I see you are awa-" he stopped. The girl had grabbed a long, dark brown stick that lay against the left wall from her. She held the stick, pointing it at the man before her, trembling somewhat. He held up his huge hands.

"Woah, please don't be startled, you're the one who walked into my living space, man. . . I mean, lady." His face was slightly plump. He looked dirty; not in the sexual looking way, but like he has been dealing with dirt, for his face was covered in the filth. The girl lowered the stick and tried to stand up, failing as she fell back onto her knees. "My legs. . . What have you done, tan man?" "Don't threat. Those rags on your legs, well, I mean the rags on the floor, have numbing paste so you wouldn't, you know, walk back out into that harsh weather. You were passed out before I got the chance to say hello," he gave a friendly smile and set his hands on the top of his chair. He swung his leg around that chair, so he was sitting in the opposite direction, but the back of the chair was still towards the girl. "Hello, pale girl. What brings you here to my house? Well, living space, not much of a house. . ." The girl glanced around the room. "I thought I was going to freeze out there, and get eating by the snow wolves.
"Ahahah, there are no snow wolves in this area! They are farther east, beyond the boundary of this land." He stared at her snow white hair, his cheeks were tainted pink. "Let me introduce myself, girl from the cold. My name is-"
The roaring thundercloud was above the tool shed, louder than the girl heard from when she was outside. She jumped, trembling to the loud noise and covered her ears. As for the tan individual, he reached his hand behind him, and lightly tossed a black paint of ear muffs that eliminated sound. "Try those, they work extremely well, especially for thunderstorms." She quickly grabbed the ear muffs and put them over her head and she stared at the boy. She relaxed her shoulders, while he had given her two thumbs up and she chuckled.

The storm passed. The boy gestured to her to take the muffs off, and she did so. Gently placing the muffs on the rug, the boy continued. "The name's Monty, I've been living here for quite some time, and this snow has never melted to sunlight or the summer heat. It gets thicker every year. And who are you?" "You sure do talk a lot. . . I go by White, I was. . . what was I doing. . ." White seemed to have forgotten what she was in the snow for. "May I get up off of this.. rug?" Monty smiled, "The numbing will fade away in less than fifteen minutes, sorryyy~" He turned back around. White glared at the back of his head. "You're creepy." The wind howled outside, getting heavier than before. Snow sprinkled across the white blankets outside, looking like it would not stop for a while.