A Silver Fox

Soft, warm light illuminated my form. It was a beautiful sign of peace, but the lack of warmth it exuded, less than the real thing, left a crack in my heart. There was no way for the memory to perfectly recreate an existence that had never been in contact with the land, so I could not make it as perfect as it is outside.

I pulled off my gloves, feeling the artificial sunlight against my skin. Suddenly, a soft thud reached my ears as I felt something small bump into my boots. I looked down and saw a crystal globe; inside it was a mini figure of myself.

“My apologies, but that trinket is mine. May I have it back, M'lady?”