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Snow Glow (15) : On especially cold nights, strange puffs of light rise from the snow like warm steam--only this 'steam' glows in soft, sparkling colors and moves in slow, liquid shapes, like wax escaped a lava lamp and is rising towards the sky. Scientists insist it’s an unusual, but natural, phenomenon caused by pressure and temperature changes, but that doesn’t explain how the lights react when you reach for them--swirling around your fingers like playful, weightless ribbons. Sometimes, around these strange pockets, the snow beneath your feet glimmers when you step near the lights, and coming into contact with the glow results in it clinging to your skin or clothes in faint, shimmering patches. The luminescent residue fades after a few hours and has no lasting effects.
It was cold. Bitterly cold. The news had said something about a ‘Bomb Cycle’ or something to that effect. Apparently the entire east coast was going to be freezing for a while, which sucked a** but Pat didn’t care either way really. He was dressed for the weather. Layers were a real life savor on especially cold days, or nights, like it currently was. Honestly he would prefer to be back at his apartment, his warm apartment, but instead he was out trekking through the city at night. A dangerous pastime at the best of times. It was much worse around holidays and major seasons, like now. Something about this city brought magic to life. Sometimes it was benign but most of the time it wasn’t and he knew this personally. He knew it intimately. Toss in the little shits that called themselves the negaverse and walking at night was a hazard but he couldn’t put it off. He needed to make the run to the store and it was only a few blocks away, besides he knew how to take care of himself. He was a knight after all. He had survived in this city as a knight for a decade. He was fairly confident he would be just fine. Besides, staying holed up in his apartment due to ‘fear’ wasn’t healthy either.
Even though he was willing and able to walk the streets of Destiny City at night, Pat wasn’t stupid. He wasn’t planning on dawdling, nor was he planning on meandering through a park since that was prime locations for an ambush. That and there wasn’t a full blown park on his way to the store, the worst he had to walk through was a patch of grass that had three trees in it at best. It was less than a block, and was more a patch of greenery for dogs to do their business on. It offered no hiding spots for youma nor any locations to lurk behind for officers. So he didn’t even think about it as he walked through the night.
It wasn’t until he was nearly at the ‘park’ that he realized that there was something odd about the snow covered square. The white powder was glowing. Softly, and with an ethereal vibe, it had a haze above the frozen ground, swirling and glittering with a pale light. Pat paused and eyed the small square of snow, weary of what hell was waiting in there because he knew, just knew, that some magical BS was going on. Sadly his only real options were to walk through that mist of glowing fog or go on a good four block detour and it was cold enough to freeze his balls off… so staying out any longer then he had to really wasn’t an option. He had no real choice as far as he was concerned. So with a baited breath, and moving a bit faster then he really needed too, Pat stepped into the park. As he strode through the snowy break in the city the fog swirled around him, the lights flickering and blinking. They weren’t as steady as the little glowing spot that haunted him but they were just as pretty, in their own special way. Now if only he knew what the fog did, or what the glowing orb did, he would feel much better about both.
