Author's P.O.V.
That morning she woke up full! Oh, what a joy it was to wake up without those crippling hunger pains from not being able to stomach that slop the kitchen staff passed off as food.
It was as if the older you got, the worse they treated you. After the age of 13, you pretty much had to learn to feed yourself. And as you got older, you got stealthier and it was easier to steal from the nearby market place because you could reach the high of the fence outside of the fence and sneak out. With age also came the knowledge of the best hot spots to find the fruits and candies the kids lusted after. Since the younger kids were pretty much pampered when it came to food, Aaron, Selina, and Yazi only ever had to look after each other. The three musketeers. Las tres amigos. Them against the world.
It would seem, that particular morning, that everything was as good as it could possibly get in her young life. After all, she was full, she was able to get a scalding shower before all of the heated water ran out, and she had completed all of her chores in record timing, leaving her to wander for the rest of the day undisturbed.
The birds circled in the thickly clouded skies above, some young geese still prancing around even in the cold. This, she thought unusual but she let them be as she walked along in the crunchy snow. The clouds, it seemed, even sensed her peaceful mood and parted a small fraction to let the dim sunlight filter down onto a long forgotten fig tree, it's branches strong but its leaves brittle.
Seating herself beneath it, she rested her journal next to her and reclined against the twisted trunk. The land seemed almost desolate as her thoughts faded into the delicate hum of her consciousness. The ground below her was dry, something that rarely happened when it snowed. The earth was a deep mahogany and smelled like life, the earth growing warm from the sunlight that flitted through the crackly leaves above. She sighed, almost letting her eyes flutter closed until she noticed something, something that made her eyes fly open with surprise.
A shadow. A big, dark shadow stretching far beyond where she sat and over to her right side. She watched it, gaping at the realization that it was neither hers nor the trees, but someone else's. Daring to find out, her eyes suddenly noticing that what she thought to be a spiders web waving in the wind was not, because the spiders had long since gone to sleep and there was not the slightest of a breeze today.
And then her eyes met his.
"Hallo, meine Liebe.", the purred in a deep baritone, his long silver locks bellowing in the breeze that seemed to come from nowhere.