A girl of about fifteen leaned against the frozen rocks by the entrance and shivered, pulling her jacket closed. Reddish hair hung down her back, almost long enough to trip on, and her bright purple eyes scanned the landscape. Her long sleeves and jeans hid most of her odd tattoos, but there was one, a bright green Celtic knot, visible on her left cheek.
Midnight Ensemble wasn't used to the cold, spending very little time around it. She desperately wanted to go inside, but she couldn't yet. She was waiting for someone, two someones to be exact. She pulled a small rock out of her pocket and amused herself by tossing it into the air and then catching it. Her pockets were full of such rocks, one from every place she'd visited, which admittedly wasn't many.
The call of some sort of bird echoed over the rocks until it sounded like a huge flock of whatever kind it was. Middy's fingers slipped and she dropped her rock, then chased it as it rolled back down the path. Finally her fingers closed on a rock, which she picked up triumphantly only to see that it wasn't her rock at all. This rock was black and encrusted with ice. She shrugged and tucked it into her pocket, then headed back up to wait for her companions, completely forgetting about the other rock.
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