Title: Drifting
Fandom: Wheel of Time
Characters: Mat/Tuon
Prompt: 067 - Snow
Word Count: 427
Rating: PG (because I'm paranoid)
Author's Notes: First of mine.

It was snowing in Altara.

It drifted down, pale flakes settling on the ground and lightly on Tuon's dark skin, her face upturned, staring wide eyed at the snow. It landed on her eyelashes, and she blinked rapidly, her eyelashes fluttering. It was intoxicating to watch her.

Her eyes were full of child-like wonderment, curious and amazed. She glanced at him, her large, liquid eyes so serious. "Toy," she said. "It's beautiful." He smiled and tugged at the brim of his hat.

"Yes," he said, "It is," and was speaking only partly of the snow.

"It never snows in Seandar," she said. "I heard about it, but I never went to the north. I never saw it before. I always imagined it being harder. But it's so…delicious." Her mouth rolled around the word, her accent drawing it out into three seductive syllables. She spun around, the white flakes swirling around her small boots, dotting her fur shrug with lacy specks of white. Spinning across the snowy grass, she was smiling, and it lit up her eyes so her face glowed.

He couldn't stop watching her, couldn't keep his eyes from following her every movement, lingering on her face. She glanced at him, her long eyelashes brushed by a few errant snowflakes, and laughed.

"Toy, come and play in the snow," she said, her voice drawling in a manner that he could not believe he had once found obnoxious. He waded over to her, and she tapped him with a slender finger. "It," she said, and fled, laughing, the snow swirling, distracted, in her wake.

It was so sudden. One moment she was there, real and beautiful, and then she was gone. Suddenly afraid, he shouted her name. Running in the direction she had gone, suddenly a dark hand caught his ankle and he fell, clumsily, face-first into a drift. Spluttering, he rolled over and saw Tuon, her eyes alight with that almost mocking laughter, propped up on her elbow in a drift next to him. "You are not so clever on your feet after all, Toy," she said. He opened his mouth to protest, and suddenly there she was, her hands around his head, pulling his lips up to meet hers, mingling in misty breath and cold, white, snow. Everything else was cold, but she was warm, her small body fragile in his arms. He pulled her closer, and suddenly he was face first in the drift, Tuon's laughter in his ears as she fled once again.

"Catch me, Toy," she laughed. "Catch me if you can…"