She stood perfectly still in the middle of their garden, a little purple mitten covered hand held upright to catch the shimmering flakes that fell from above them all, they stuck to her wool cap, the sleeves of the thick cloak she wore, and crunched under her boots.
One fell into her palm and she smiled brightly, looking down to it for all the intricate details, no two were exactly the same but they were all so pretty.
"What have you got there?"
A large blue mitten covered hand cradled the bottom of hers as another joined her in her place, peering at the same snowflake that she was, and she looked up to meet the sparkling blue eyes of her choir master.
"It's so pretty, Luci."
"Aren't they?", he hummed, looking up to the sky of white, watching as the flakes slowly danced their way over them both, "They are my most favorite creation."
He stood and held his hand out for her, a little mitten covered hand cured around his fingers, and together they walked through the white wonderland that had befallen their garden, leaving only their foot prints as the evidence of their being there.
"Luci?"
"Yes, little one?"
The Morningstar held the gate open for her, and she stepped out under his arm, before retaking his hand once the gate had been closed behind them.
"Can I make a snow flake too?"
He smiled down at her, "Sure, I'll show you how to make snowflakes."