It was cold but he could bundle up. Emery had decided that he was tired of being cooped up in a stuffy lab. The holidays were coming and he was still focused on work. When he’d been in school, his mind had been on the holidays a full month before they hit.

He’d bought all the gifts he needed and even given out cards to the others in the lab, but his mind still wasn’t on the holidays. A good walk out in the wintry weather would be just the sort of thing to get him in the proper Christmas spirit.

He stepped outside and tugged his cap on more firmly. His ears and cheeks were already cold and he’d only just left the warm office building. Then he noticed a tiny white fleck as it crossed his line of sight. Then another, and another, until the air was full of tiny dancing flakes.

He held out his gloved hands and a few fell on the dark blue fabric. He had enough time to study each carefully before they melted. One, near his wrist was a perfect, filigreed hexagon. Another, that landed near the base of his fingers looked like a star.

If there was one thing he loved about the winter it was studying the snowflakes that fell from the sky. Especially wonderful were the dry snows when it was particularly cold. Then he could see individual flakes and stand outside for hours and not get wet from the snow.

“How can something so tiny be so perfect,” he wondered out loud.

“Size doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things,” a familiar voice said from behind him. Emery turned to find his supervisor watching him. “Just look at us. Most mages are below average height. Size is indirectly proportional to height, in fact.”

“Which is why mages are shrinking over generations,” Emery murmured. “People who care about such things marry for height. I can’t imagine placing such an importance on something so insignificant.” He looked up at the sky and sighed, “I was talking about the snow though. The flakes are so tiny, yet they always form six sided crystals. I know the chemistry behind it – the processes and all. But still, they fall so far. It’s just a wonder that they make it down here intact. So we poor mortals can see the perfection that only one being can make.”

“Hmm,” Morrissey grunted softly. He had nothing else to say to that. Emery smiled, religion did have a way of shutting people up.

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