(( I haven't proof-read this, and it is a rough draft, but I just can't bring myself to read it again. These are all beautiful, thank you all so much. I cried. This is just one of infinite possiblities. It isn't very good, but I had to write something. I don't write :) )) Marinda woke early, the sun not yet showing itself above the snowy peaks of Winterspring. The nightmares had been light that night, and she had got a good couple of hours sleep. She carefully swung her legs out of the bed and stood, wobbling only slightly. She laughed, which quickly turned into a racking cough.