Yarbri looked out over the ice plains. The glare of the suns almost blinded all three of his eyes, despite his protective goggles, but it was worth blinking through the pain for his favorite time of the month: Kanhyr's rare triple sunset. Jankit, the smallest sun, was already starting to refract its pale white light through the atmosphere in a beautiful rainbow, and Janwer and Janvah were soon to follow.
He lingered about a hundred metres away from the city gates a bit longer. Once the suns were down, Kanhyr would get even colder than usual until sunrise two days later, but staying outside of the city for these last few moments wouldn't hurt – he'd done it nearly every month of his life, as far back as he could remember. And here it came, the moment of truth: the perfect explosion of color as Janwer came into alignment, a sudden discordant clash, waiting for Janvah to lower and smooth things out into a harmonious panorama of pink and orange and blue and that little white streak…
Little white streak?
The little white streak quickly turned into a big white streak, and Yarbri turned and ran as it became an even bigger fireball headed right for him. Just as he was worried he wouldn't be fast enough, he heard a resounding crash as the meteorite plowed into the ice behind him, knocking him facedown from the resulting shockwave.
He turned to look. The icy crater steamed from the sheer heat of the object. The hole it had made for itself was deep, a meter or so into the ice. He stared at it for several minutes, trying to make it out, see just what it was in the gathering darkness.
Darkness! He'd missed it! He'd missed Janvah's part! Yarbri glanced back up the sky, hoping to catch the last edges of the sunset before it was time to head inside, as the air grew colder around him, but he was too late; the main attraction was gone, and he had only the last bits of light to guide him back to the gate and the warmth of the city.
Yarbri turned and walked back as the smell of sulfur wafted off of the meteorite and into his nostrils. The air grew colder as he approached the gate – and so did he. The smell clung more tightly in his nose now, even as he was farther from the meteor, and the cold pierced through to his bones now, unimpeded by his layers of clothing. He felt the smell creeping down his throat, into his lungs. He felt his knees hit the ground, merely jointed icicles of flesh now, and let out a scream as he felt the warmth leave his limbs, center in his chest, and finally radiate out of his mouth on his forced final breath.
Yarbri fell forward onto his face, frozen solid, and very, very dead.