The blizzard that encircled Hiisi Island wasn’t as bad as or the Moonchanter of Frostmoon Scions expected — far from it. She was expecting a full-blown snowstorm, wild and large enough to attract attention from miles around, and a carpet of ice under her feet.
As she slid down the right side of the slope, she watched the flakes shoot by. It wasn’t a lazy snowfall — the flakes were travelling at fast enough speeds to warrant uncertainty and the use of a hand to cover the eyes, and there were enough of them to cover Teyvat in a horizontally travelling blanket of white that appeared and disappeared in the dark. It was fierce as always, certainly, but even though the wind howled in her ears, it wasn’t dangerous.
In short — it wasn’t a stay out blizzard. She knew of it as an enter if you dare blizzard.
She did have an answer after all — she had just one idea how. She looked up at the sky; certainly the Three Moon Goddesses had given her some answer, though the sight of so much snow was sending her down Memory Lane in her illuminated centaur form, with memories of folding paper stars with the rest of the the young ones, sculpting alabaster of the Moon Goddess for hours, and memories of whispering to the animals on the island. Summer could be most peoples favourite season, but winter aroused such a childish joy that few other things could compare with it. A smile curled her lips and her inner self danced a little jig, pushing back the all-seeing eyes of Teyvat.
Still, it was enough to give a cause for concern, not to mention how the air was bitterly cold. That part weren’t looking forward to — being pelted by snow while and her pushed on, she could put up with it, but the cold air would make it outright painful for . It didn’t matter.
“Come with me, Lightkeeper.” she addressed . drew hood over head, and pulled the cloak tighter around , hoping she didn’t notice. Breathing in and out to prepare herself, she took the first step toward the swirling vortex of white.
...and then stopped in her tracks. Turning, she gave a concerned frown, which turned to a relaxed grin of gratitude when she saw the artificial lamp in hand, the light banishing the darkness, and went ahead in front of her. “Thank you,” she said. “We must go ahead.”
Without another word, and without a moment’s hesitation, Lauma turned back to the snowstorm and the two of them walked in...which was where the strangest thing happened. Instead of buffeting to the left and spraying you with thick, large flakes of snow, the wind seemed to curve around the two of them. The white flecks lost momentum, descending to graze the grass in front of before being picked up again on other side, and nary a snowflake touched cloak. It was like the storm was granting the both of them access to the island, clearing a path then veiling it behind the two of them.
Curious, stopped and turned to look back at her, who under the dwindling glow of the lamp had stuck her hand into the blizzard only to yank it back out again with a whisper of go ahead, before gently brushing off the white powder that had covered her arm in a mere second.
Lauma smiled to herself — only she had direction. Whether it was the Moon Goddesses subconscious, or the Moon possessing some form of sentience, she wasn’t sure. Either way, it made her job a sight easier. Turning back, the two continued on through the haze of white, one of hands clutching the cloak to hold off the chilly air whilst the other held the lamp in front of them. The snow crunched under her feet, the shift in the powdery bed with each step making that inner child dance a little more. Minutes passed, with the wintry haze coming thicker and faster the further and her walked.
It suddenly calmed.
Lauma stopped in her tracks. Confused, she looked behind her, noticing how the veil of white still raged on. She turned back and looked at the ground — snow-free. “Interesting,” she murmured. “Snow,” she thumbed behind her, “no snow,” she pointed down. “Snow, no snow.”