The pen scratched away.
My name is Ixy the Snow People’s word for Icicle Dove.
It all started when the Blood Snow fell. It is a blizzard of red snow that happens every thousand years. I was out gathering frost berries, when the sky rained blood. I ran for my life, but of course I couldn’t get home. My white country turned red. I got covered with it. My people’s snow, icicle blue, and silver hair is famous. I sport the snow white hair. But now it was turned a sunset pink. My snow rabbit cloak was also stained. It dripped in my eyes. Trickled in my throat and nose choking me. And I felt it slime down my spine. I found a small cave. Wiping my eyes I curled up and waited. The pen wrote.