Silent sunbeams waft down through a half-open window and fall on a mess of golden curls and pale skin. Her body is tangled in blankets and pleasant dreams of moonlit snow, great armored bears, daring expeditions beneath the aurora… A soft breeze gently wakes the sleeping form, and she yawns, before cautiously opening her eyes. The form beside her, a snow white ermine, gracefully leaps to her shoulder, and she hastily pulls on an old dress and pulls a chair up to the window, before scrambling out onto the roof, the sparrow at her shoulder and sitting in the sunshine.
