The air was cold, with a faint smell of burned wood and pine tree and that crisp fragrance of snow that she knew so well.
Cris stirred softly under the heavy wool blankets. Yawning, she pulled herself up and fumbled for her visor while blinking in the dark. At lenght her fingers found the familiar glass frame, and stretching her fingers just a little bit to the right she found her communicator. She almost dropped it before she could switch on the torchlight; it wouldn't even be the weirdest thing that happened with her bad luck with electronics, anyhow.
The comm threw a cone of bluish-white light on the bare, coarse wooden walls. Gone were the burn marks and blast holes that had once made her flinch; she could turn her gaze aroubd now without flinching, without recoiling.
It had taken time, and work, and her heart healing from its wounds - but now the cabin finally felt like home again, an unsought gift she had no longer hoped for.
Smiling, she turned to the two smallish shapes nested against her. Two vulpine heads, one so white it seemed to glow in the dark, the other dark gray eith blue fringes and touches of brown, peeked soundly asleep from under the heavy blankets. Cris pressed a kiss on both her kids heads, tucked in the blankets better so they wouldn't get cold without her, and finally put on her reindeeer slippers and got up, pausing briefly near the crib if her youngest, a tiny baby marble fox.
Then, on tiptoes to not wake them up, she headed in the adjoining room. The wood stove needed to be put back into business; she needeed a strong black coffee before taking on the day, and all it would bring.
Cris stirred softly under the heavy wool blankets. Yawning, she pulled herself up and fumbled for her visor while blinking in the dark. At lenght her fingers found the familiar glass frame, and stretching her fingers just a little bit to the right she found her communicator. She almost dropped it before she could switch on the torchlight; it wouldn't even be the weirdest thing that happened with her bad luck with electronics, anyhow.
The comm threw a cone of bluish-white light on the bare, coarse wooden walls. Gone were the burn marks and blast holes that had once made her flinch; she could turn her gaze aroubd now without flinching, without recoiling.
It had taken time, and work, and her heart healing from its wounds - but now the cabin finally felt like home again, an unsought gift she had no longer hoped for.
Smiling, she turned to the two smallish shapes nested against her. Two vulpine heads, one so white it seemed to glow in the dark, the other dark gray eith blue fringes and touches of brown, peeked soundly asleep from under the heavy blankets. Cris pressed a kiss on both her kids heads, tucked in the blankets better so they wouldn't get cold without her, and finally put on her reindeeer slippers and got up, pausing briefly near the crib if her youngest, a tiny baby marble fox.
Then, on tiptoes to not wake them up, she headed in the adjoining room. The wood stove needed to be put back into business; she needeed a strong black coffee before taking on the day, and all it would bring.
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