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Tenth Sign [ Voice/Action for first floor of Latimir]

[Will stands by a window on the first floor of Latimir, looking out at the snow covered ground. He has a thoughtful expression on his face.]

There's something wonderful about snow. The way it blankets everything. It almost makes the whole world seem new.

[He laughs suddenly.] At home, we hardly ever had snow before Christmas. Hard to believe that only a year ago I wanted snow for my birthday more than anything.

[The boy trails off in thought again, with a kind of melancholy expression on his face.]

I suppose it shan't feel like a real birthday. Or Christmas. Not without everyone.

[He is quiet again for a moment. Then begins to sing softly in a high, clear voice. After a minute or so the feed cuts off.]

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One should always be careful of what they wish for.

That I know. In my own world I got my wish last year. Snow, for my birthday. In the darkest part of Winter, when the bitter cold came,

It would seem your wish has been granted a second time, then. Albeit the circumstances are far from ideal.

It seems so. If it sticks around until then, I mean.

It will, if we have a repeat of last year. In fact, Winter came for a visit twice, last time.

I have heard some people mention a bad winter.

It certainly wasn't the best. We had quite a few issues with supplies, for one.

Like what happened in my home last year. But with no one to send emergency supplies from the outside.

Something like that, I suppose. Though in our case, the only ones to ever send supplies are outsiders, to an extent.

I suppose it makes sense to speak of them that way.

Hmmhm. They are supposed to be natives to this place, and yet it's almost as though they couldn't be any more distant.

Their motivations seem difficult to understand.

They don't seem particularly inclined to make themselves understood, either.

It seems all we can do is wait for the proper moment. All will be revealed in its own time.

So it is. And yet, waiting can be the hardest of ordeals.

It is a hard wisdom for some to accept.

Indeed. Though I have met those willing to wait, for the sake of the future.

That is promising, I think. For the future of this world.

The future of this world is something to be anticipated, yes. Though not exactly what I had in mind.

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