Disclaimer: New Mutants are not mine, never will be mine. They are the property of Marvel Comics and I will put all back to rights when I'm done playing.
A sapphire cloak thrown around her shoulders, Amara Aquilla stared in awe at the snow that fell in lazy showers around her. She had no idea there was so much blue in winter. Sam was wrong. The phrase "white winter" was a complete misnomer.
Truth be told, winter was shades of blue. She'd come to this conclusion shortly after a snowstorm had kept them cooped up for a few weeks. She had plenty of time to observe the landscape around her as her Indian sisters in the Amazon had taught her.
The sky was a bright cyan she could never capture in a dye without it looking garish. Ice clustered on tree branches like a second skin was blue-grey, the look of Hades' grasping fingers. The bellies of clouds that carried snow to far away places were aquamarine like her mother's favorite ring. These were but a few of the colors of this winter wonderland. Wrapped in blue, Amara walked into the drifts, ready to explore her new world.
