"So! What is your next theory into making me believe that you're some glittering supernatural creature?" She grinned defiantly at me.

"This, is amusing to you? Something is wrong with me. My glamour suddenly vanished into thin air, and now who knows what is in store for me next." I stated, frenzied. She looked at me like she sought me to be mental and asked in sympathy, "I'm so sorry I...I didn't realize that you...you're... (sigh) since when have you been having such hallucinations?"

"Lady! I'm not a lunatic or whatever you people like to call men such as me. I am speaking the truth." I glowered into her pale face. But much to my dismay, she still looked at me sympathetically.

Lovely!

Oh great! Now I even started speaking their tone. "Erm...alright! Okay, whatever you say." She nodded without further argument. But why did it seem like she still didn't believe me? "Oh! It's getting dark. I should leave. Goodbye Rhiam, and FYI, my name's Norah. Norah Fitcherburt. Hope you remember it." She smiled and slowly sauntered away.

"Goodbye Norah!" I muttered from behind expecting not to be heard by her, but she abruptly turned around and gave me one last fleeting smile before disappearing behind the trees thickly reamed with snow.

*******

The same flattering raven-black hair came into picture a few days after our first encounter.

She walked around the park in an ashen black coat with her wild hair flapping around in the cold wind. She looked...mysterious. A beautiful mysterious creature wrapped in an iron-clad armor of anxiety, fascination and maybe ...agony!

It was a sight where a curious bystander such as I, had no control over myself and all I could do was just stare in utter befuddlement. She seemed to be lost in an unknown world of her own as she walked past me toward the great oak tree. She didn't seem to notice me at all. And she looked sad, just the way she looked the day I met her.

Norah!

I remembered her name. The first human who could see me and talked to me after centuries past.

The first time around, I approached her in sheer curiosity, but this time? I approached her because I wanted to see the smiley thing she so vividly displayed the last time I met her. The smile that I'd grown to adore for some mystifying reason. Everything about Norah was mysterious, and I guess that was the reason why she intrigued me to such lengths.

"You're here again." It was merely a statement, and she turned around, astonished.

"Rhiam, what are you doing here?" She asked.

"I could ask you same question, no?" I replied.

"Don't answer a question with a question. Really, the last time I saw you, you were in the same ol' rags as today. What's up with you and your winter wears?" She sighed.

"These are the only clothes I have." I shrugged sheepishly.

"What! Seriously!" She shrieked out of the blue and I shrugged again. "Of course. I've worn them almost my whole life. And I happen like them."

"You can't possibly mean that, can you? I mean who could like that poor excuse for a pirate pant." She frowned, disapproving at my attire, and then suddenly a tiny ghost of a smile bloomed on her lips and she said, "But my muffler suits you, with your pale complexion and blue eyes."

"If the muffler expression was a compliment then thank you very much. And it is not a pirate pant." I said with a straight face.

"Yes, it was a compliment. And errr... I don't think it can be anything other than a pirate pant. And FYI, you don't have to take everything in such a literal sense." She huffed.

"I don't know what FYI means. We don't speak such crude terms." I stated, frowning.

"Oh! Yeah. I see. You're still stuck up on that sprite crap." She nodded deliberately. "And how is FYI crude? It means 'For your information'." She grumbled. I felt more like she was mocking me again rather than understanding and accepting my reality. "You don't seem to be very convincible. Are you always that suspicious of everyone around you?"

She made a poker face and groused, "Of course I'm not very convincible when a person tells me he's a winter sprite looming around at the break of winter bringing a change of seasons after the fall. You're lucky you're blurting this nonsense out to me, if it had been someone else in my shoes you'd be rotting in the mental asylum by now."

"I see you still take me for a lunatic." I sighed, dejectedly.

"Of course I do. Who in their sane mind would be announcing to the world that they are winter sprites or whatever? Now are you gonna tell me that you've been here since the day we met, spreading snowflakes around the park or something along those lines? Aren't sprites supposed to always speak the truth since they can't lie?" She deadpanned and I shook my head and explained, "Yes, we can't tell lies like mortals do and No! I haven't been spreading snowflakes around the park; they are a natural phenomenon. They spread around by themselves as I set foot on the planes of the earth. I've been looking for the cause as to why my glamour suddenly vanished. And a means to put it back on. The people around had been eying me weirdly since a few days because they never see me leave this park."

"Right!" She rolled her eyes in a weird manner.

"Do you believe me now?" I asked expectantly, in the hopes that she might help me find a cure to my disabled glamour. "Of course not." She yelped. "Look, all this talk about sprites and whatnot has been very fascinating but I must leave, it's getting late and tell me where you live. I'll take you there. You seriously are in need of medication." She smiled sympathetically. I couldn't believe she still thought I was lying. This girl was inconvincible.

"What can I do for you to believe me?" I heaved a sigh. Yes, I was tired and desperate. Desperate that I would never get my glamour back, that I wouldn't be able to bring forth winter anymore, because it was my duty, my responsibility. That was what I was created for. It was the one purpose and intention of my life. My life was meaningless without it. An immense void filled with nothing but impassive loneliness.

She silently walked pass me and kneeled down to grab a ball of thick fluffy snow in her gloved hands and slowly shaped it into a tiny snow man. Then, she brought it to me and said, "If you truly are what you say, then bring this snow man to life. Or create some miracle or something." I looked at her quite astounded, and she looked at me with her big stormy-grey eyes, suspicious but a tiny sparkle of expectation. "You just want me to make you a tiny life doll to play with, don't you!" I quacked my lips upwards slightly, a way of mocking her, I think it's called a smirk. I'd often seen humans do it to ridicule each other and had always wanted an opportunity to try it. Norah verbally shrank into a red poodle of embarrassment.

"That's not true." She frantically tried to defend herself. "I just want you to prove that you're what you claim to be."

"As you humans like to refer, whatever you say m'lady." My lips stretched involuntarily, a bit upwards showing off my teeth, I think. But not in mockery this time. I remember Norah describing it as a smile the last time I saw her. This smiley thing evoked a kind of odd giddy sensation at the pit of my stomach. It felt a bit ticklish, but it felt good in a strange kind of way. What was happening to me? I thought.

"Stop teasing me Rhiam. Why don't you try and prove yourself to me instead." She said with a beet-red face, and I did the smiley thing again and put my bare hand over the little snow-man and started stroking it gently. A bright bluish-white light emerged out of my hand and concentrated on the lifeless snow doll. And within minutes, the fragile little doll started moving on a speechlessly bewildered Norah's warm hands. "H-How...what?" And I did the smiley thing again. I was liking this smiley thing very much by now. "I told you, sprites can't lie." She looked at me like she was seeing a real life ghost and then at the very much alive snow man, which now jumped out of her hands and started running around in circles.

"Are you afraid of me now?" I slowly asked. She, still wide-eyed, slowly shook her head from side to side and I heaved a sigh. Scaring her off was not going to do me any good since I needed her help to get my glamour back.

Then, almost suddenly she started smiling in an odd manner and abruptly grabbed my cold hands in her warm ones, "Oh My Gawd! You're amazing. I'm so so sorry for ever calling you insane. I...I'm still finding it hard to wrap my mind around the fact that you're a real life winter spirit or sprite or whatever. But seeing as to what you just did to the little tuft of snowball? You...You're amazing." She was quietly giggling now, and I felt a strange kind of tug in the left corner of my chest.

Wonder what that was!