the first step {C/F}

[ZEPHYR WILSON]

† lets go back to the beginning †
† where everything was all fun and games †

The six year old Zephyr stood in front of the estate holding tightly onto his father's hand. Since he was the first son it he was suppose to meet with the other first sons as well. Although there was only one that was truly his age. Elliot Ramsey and so while his father would discuss with the head of the Ramsey he was to seek out the male. Although to be honest he really didn't want to. It wasn't because he hated the guy after all how could he if he barely knew him? Instead it was because he was nervous, he never liked meeting new people. It always felt so strange, having people always staring at him as if he was...different. His father said that he was since he was born in one of the five great clans but he didn't feel different from them. He probably didn't look that much different except for his unatural silver hair. That was why he prefer to be around family but that was the problem. They were just families, they weren't friends. He wanted to know what friendship felt like. It must be like in book and t.v. right? When one feels warm and is happy to see the other person? To play games all day and to always be together laughing and having fun.

Soft blue eyes stared around the place. It was so different, the manor wasn't as tall as his own but it was wider. There were a couple of ponds as well. It was so well decorated and had lots of space to run around. Although the one thing that truly caught his eyes was the fallen white snow. It was a good thing he had wore his red scarf today or else he would be far too cold. He felt his father's warmth slipped through his hands as the man walked in. He stared at his father's retreating back before walking around the garden himself. His eyes reflecting the snow. The ground was white! It was really white! It was nothing like the mountains where the snow would evaporate before it hits the ground. He put his hand on the ground only to instantly retreat it. It was so cold he felt his body shiver. Yet he liked it so much since it was so soft.

With a small smile on his lips he began his little project of a snow man. He began rolling the snow together ignoring the small frost bites. Yet at times when it got too cold he would retreat his hand and wipe it on his body to produce what little warmth before quickly continuing in fear that it would melt soon. He really should had brought gloves shouldn't he? Yet he didn't have enough time since the announcement had been quite unexpected and he didn't think it would be this cold either. The boy was not going to let the cold deter him though and continued. Once he was done he stared at the faceless snowman. It was so plain but he couldn't help but feel proud of it. He tilted his head to the side to get a different look at the angle. It wasn't exactly big, actually it was barely bigger than him. Still he was happy with his little accomplisment.

Instantly though he got scared when he noticed something. What if the snowman got cold? It was so cold outside after all! In one rushed motion Zephyr took the scarf off of him and wrapped it around his creation's neck. It didn't take long for his body to shiver but he didn't want to move from the spot. He was scared, he didn't want it to be gone so whenever he noticed that a small portion of snow fell off he would put it back on.

In the back of his mind though he saw his father's stern gaze at him. He knew he should be looking for the first son of the Ramsey family but a part of him was still very reluctant. He could make a new friend, that sounded great but what if he messes up? What if he gives a bad impression and everyone would laugh at the Wilson and it would be all his fault? What if he does something so bad that his father won't be able to look at anyone in the mind anymore? The fear made him stay in place. He knew that he was not the person for this job.

tag;;eli
words;; seven-five-three
notes;; better than most of my starting posts so far...though that's not saying much. >.>