high inside the church of the neon lights

Something unnerved Ignita's little possum companion. Little eyes peered out of the doorway and the absence of the possum roused Ignita awake. She looked up in the darkness of her new den below Bas and Hazel's to see Ida peering out of the door.

Quietly the little slave rubbed her eyes then followed the possum to the door and peered out with her. The form of Hazel was walking away down the Col with a bottle. But something also catches her eye, the Col is swathed in a strange brightness.

Cautiously she stepped out into the Col and found it awash in a blanket of snow. The little desert wolf had never seen snow before, she wondered if Hazel was out wandering because she enjoyed it!

Ignita delighted in the footprints she left behind, just like sand! Much colder of course. She loosely followed Hazel's footprints in the snow, pausing every few steps to try and catch a falling flake.

The darkness around them almost helped illuminate the snowflakes to make them easy to catch. She jumped and leaped at the falling snow, like a little kid she dashed around to make different prints in the snow.

"Hazel! Hello! It's snowing!" She exclaimed excitedly, bright excitement shining in her golden eyes, as she found the woman. But suddenly she noticed the air around Hazel maybe wasn't as enthralled with the snow around her as Iggy was. The slave girl came to a stop in front of her master's wife. "Are you all right?" She asked cautiously.
"Speech"