"What are you doing you imbecile?! Are you crazy? You could have thrown me on top of
a rock and broken a bone!" She yelled, not bothering to hide her indignant anger.
"Clean up your mess." Was all he yelled back.
"Excuse me? Clean up my mess- what mess? All I see here is snow, snow that you threw
me into - when I'm in a dress!"
"Oh, yes the dress." His tone was dangerously close to mocking. "Tell me Mara, is the
"What sort of stupid question is that?" Mara put her hand down in the snow in front of
her, to illustrate. "Of course snow is-"
Mara stopped herself. She looked down at her hand, which was buried in the soft snow.
Her hand didn't feel cold, in fact, it felt normal. Then she realized that the rest of her felt
normal too. This isn't right. Mara was wearing a light summer dress, and was sitting in
the middle of a very real snowbank while it was snowing. She could see her breath freezing
in front of her. She should be shivering. There should be goose-bumps on her skin, and
the air she breathed should be biting her mouth and lungs. But there were none of those
things. Mara didn't feel cold at all. I still feel warm. But I really should be half-way to
becoming a Mara-cicle right now.
"The snow isn't cold" She said quietly, still not believing what she was feeling. Joshua,
who heard her somehow, replied back from where he still stood in the cave mouth.
"Of course it's not cold to you. Mara, have you really not noticed, these past fifty years,
that you don't get cold anymore? Did you never stand outside in the winter and notice
that you were always warm, no matter how long you were out or what you were wearing?"
"Well... No. I never noticed anything like that."