Ariel's first human breath was of the summertime's air, warm and full of life. It welcomed her, as if this land became her home. Now, on a cold winter's day, as she watched her exhaled breath in front of her, she felt this air as well. Cold on her skin, but revitalizing to her lungs, it woke her mind, driving her to make the most of this gray, dreary winter's day humans complained about.

Ariel exhaled once more, watching her breath return to the air. She hoped that with everything this world gave her, she could give back to it.