"Do you think they'll find us?"
"I don't know. Do they usually?"
"…No… Not like this."
They watched behind glass as their old home burned to ashes.
It looked warm now. But the ashes coming down looked like black snow. Cold. But at least snow looked pure. This was just black. Evil. She never wanted this for him.
It stained the snow as it touched. The ground looked like the skin of a massive Dalmatian, or some undiscovered leopard.
She looked up at him. He was so much taller now. The boy was now fourteen. His hair was longer. It waved at the ends. She thought it was pretty, but it also made her sad.
He must have known she was staring. He looked down at her. Oh those blue eyes. His face twisted into a bit of confusion.
She looked away, watching their fire. He was still looking at her though.