Sól kept her distance, holding her cloak down just above her eyes; which were as white as her brothers shining moon. She watched the few mortals who were still awake within their snow-covered homes, unaware of the godly existence among them. She found them fascinating, as no matter what happened to them, they never gave up.

Sól began to walk deeper into the dim illuminated town; her footsteps not leaving any print, nor producing any sound. She knew she did not have long to stay, but it ached her to be unable to stay; to study the curious creations that worshipped them. Sól was careful to stay towards the forestry, as not to let her ethereal appearance known to the common man.