Editing Character:Bright Snow (section)

==History==
===Early Life and Exaltation===
''Once upon a time there was a girl, who had been born with the skin and hair of fairest snow.  Daughter of to a Queen of Frost and Snow, though the girl did not know it as she and a newborn babe had been switched just after their births, she had been raised by a poor farmer for a nearby kingdom. And all her growing up she was happy, though saddled with being poor and envious neighbours.''
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''The girl caught the eye of the local Prince, who fell madly in love with her though he was destined to marry a woman of a neighbouring kingdom ending the skirmishes between them once and for all. Mad with lust he spurned his arranged marriage and took the girl with snow white hair and skin for his bride, among many of the citizens rumours sprang, their prince bewitched but nought was done. Furious and humiliated the neighbouring kingdom’s spurned bride ordered the girl’s head.''
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''War broke out with both the kingdom’s fighting for one woman and the Queen waited, while the summer saw many a field of blood. Her revenge to see the kingdom fall had worked beyond her wildest expectations and happily she awaited a joyous reunion with her daughter. Happily she sent her men to raid both sides, taking captives and allowing her men to play mercenary when they were asked and when summer turned to autumn and then autumn turned to winter she smiled, knowing neither would see another spring. ''
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''On a tide of madness, her legions marched to drum and trumpet and harpsichord. Reaching the walls of the kingdoms, torn and damaged by two months campaigning she bid her daughter welcome and bade her plan complete. Betrayed by her, whom he had thrown away, all for the Prince fell to despair. To the gates he walked and opened them for all to come, his bride in anguish all undone.''
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''But the girl she loved her husband still and as the kingdom burned, she met with her mother to try and save her maddened lover. Laughed did she, the Winter Queen, at the daughters foolish whim. She took a hundred slaves, both daughter and Prince among them for the amusement of her court. There the girl lay ravaged, along with her Prince by those so fair and glamorous. ''
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''Still she waited, the Queen had underestimated the defence the madness in her veins gave and when the games they played lulled, though she was near mindless, she did escape with husband in tow. They fled the court and stumbled through the Wyld eventually reaching a glade beyond the marches. It was there of course her plan was shown to be undone, a final cruel game of the Queen. From behind the Queen’s laughter came, fading, as men and bedraggled women came from the trees, survivors of their kingdom, angry at their Prince’s betrayal. And that should have been the story's end. But it is not…''
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''Beaten, starved and left to die of exposure the two lay side by side for three whole days. Near dusk of the first day the prince, her husband died. Aghast, distraught and now alone she wept and thought of life, even as she lay dying. Though she did not die and two more nights and two more days she did this, alternating between weeping and raging with what little of her will she had left. As the moon rose on the third night, the Lady visited her, the Lady’s eyes filled with pity and they spoke a few words. What they were none but the girl can say and she does not. When finished the lady was gone but the skyline was filled with Moonlight, glowing silver and purple with flecks of red.''
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Tales recounted by the captive rakasha entertainer, Heart of Pearl and Diamond

===As A Pupil of Tears of Amber===
'''Selected Extracts from the Diary of Tears of Amber, Chosen of the Fickle Lady, No Moon Caste'''<br>
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'''7th Day of Ascendant Earth, RY 719'''<br>
Having finally had time to put an end to the court of the rakasha that calls itself the Queen of Frost and Snow, I have journeyed there though it has taken longer than I remember. Upon arrival I found my task already completed, the rakasha lay dead and her court lay scattered. Instead I found to my surprise a young casteless, who couldn’t have been more than a season or two exalted. She sat immobile at the foot of a sundered throne, one of the few parts of this waypoint that still stood. She showed no signs of chimera- hood, though from her appearance she quite obviously had some wyld taint to her blood. <br>
Questioning her took sometime, she had suffered some significant ravaging but eventually I got the girls name, Bright Snow and began to piece out what had happened her; The Fae are rarely kind to their offspring. I then set about coaxing what remained of her out, in order to check that I should not just return her exaltation to our lady, with little success. I have concluded that it is best I take me with her, at least as far as a gathering, where we can test her properly and hopefully I will have more progress in rebuilding the girl’s personality tomorrow. <br>
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'''11th Day of Ascendant Earth, RY 719'''<br>
Over the last few days the girl appears to have bonded herself to me, though not of course in any literal sense. Certainly she seems to trust me more and more each passing day and I must admit a fondness for the girl myself. The ravaging has left her innocent and on investigation of various settlements near this bordermarch it appears she has forgotten much of the misery that she has transpired. <br>
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'''3rd Day of Resplendid Earth, RY 719'''<br>
We travel now in haste to and my tests continue. Though it has taken sometime the girl now laps up the teaching of the pact. I think despite her chaos tainted blood she will become a fine upstanding member of the pact and hopefully the Winding Path. Certainly she shows a fascination for creatures great and small but most unusually seems focused on mortals. They fascinate her in a way that I think will make the Wardens, Swords and Stewards disinteresting to her and the Path fascinating. I currently believe that the girl will end up a No Moon like myself [sic] and to be honest nothing would please me more. Soon she will undergo the tests and with that in mind we make our way at all speed to a Gathering intended to be held nearby. <br>
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'''7th Day of Resplendid Earth, RY 719''' <br>
The Gathering was held last night, under the light of the moon. Snow succeeded in the tests and she is now, somewhat surprisingly tattooed as a Changing Moon. She has asked I remain her mentor and though I suspect it would be better for her were I to leave it to another, I haven’t the heart to as she reminds me of a daughter I had a very long time ago. <br>
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'''21st Day of Descending Air, RY 736''' <br>
Snow’s Thousand River Stream project is now in full swing, and I can’t say I wholly approve of the nature of these experiments but I have sworn not to interfere. She seems obsessed with the idea of what she calls a closed system. She intends this to be a short term project, just a few mortal generations. What she is trying to learn or achieve is anyone’s guess. Personally I think she would be better suited to a larger scale project such as… [''Remainder of entry lost – Ed''] <br>
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'''15th Day of Resplendid Fire, RY 754''' <br>
I should probably not record this but I intend no other to read this document, perhaps save Snow. I fear now that I may have done her a grave disservice. It is clear now that the lack of ambition in her project may well have been one of a series of things I overlooked or misread. It is clear now she is over-dependant on me, a possibly fatal flaw in the Chosen of the Argent Madonna. I have always been there for her and that has left her vulnerable. Having met her to discuss things may has gone from bad to worse, she certainly doesn’t understand my pulling away from her and worse still I believe now… No I am sure I and perhaps we are being hunted, more than likely by those accursed Viziers and their elemental pets. I should not have been so careless; certainly I should not have agreed to allow the girl a project so deep in Creation. Alas it is too late for such concerns.<br>
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'''16th Day of Resplendid Fire, RY 754, Last Entry''' <br>
I have attempted to send her away, hurt her feelings in the most profound way possible and led the hunters on a merry chase, away from her. I fear they are closing on me, so I write this and hide it. Preferably so if I do not survive this, it can be found and my motives can be made plain. Snow, I viewed you as the daughter I had lost many many years ago and I feel as if I may have played the role of the mother you never had. Unfortunately I feel perhaps I mothered you too much and this has led to some unfortunate consequences, I feel now it is time for me to go and for you to grow up. To that I end I leave this diary to you, in a place along the trail that you will find in a place only you and I would know I would hide such a thing as valuable as this. I say this because I fear I cannot loose my pursuers, certainly I have tried and my only attempt at ambushing them failed spectacularly as I did not expect an entire circle of Viziers to be present. Tomorrow I shall turn to face them; I suspect strongly I will not survive. So I bequeath this to you, my history and much of your own may it serve you well.

===Time of the Deliberative===
A flickering image appears on a Crystal Screen, a recording playing in some deserted manse. From nowhere and everywhere the manse speaks, in the voice of a woman. 
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'''"Record One, Journey's Start."''' 
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Moments later a woman strides onto the screen, pale like her namesake, no colour to her hair dressed in a red simple dress. <br>
"I've chosen to start this log..." She pauses pain on her face. "... in the wake of the failure of my Thousand Rivers Stream project. It has been lost to the Wyld. My new project will detail the cultures of those societies still in existence, a great work to preserve what remains in Creation. My hope is in my travels I will find some insight that I can use to craft a society that will survive where others fail, one that will evade Time's decaying grasp." She pauses glancing off screen. "At the present I am not sure how much of the Pact survives or even the Realm, however much I do not care for it. Shortly I will leave my manse, one of the last gifts of my mentor and see what remains. Periodically, especially when I reach a new society I will attempt to use the recorder to update my conclusions. Only rarely will I personally address whatever audience this draws, in an effort to minimise any bias. Much of this diary will be things I observe or occur around me, which means there will still be some but not the sort put into words." She glances off camera once again, biting her lower lip. "Lunar forgive me I hope there is something left." The image fades.<br>
The recording skips travel, showing the snowy landscapes forever altered by the Wyld in a montage, ending at the edge of Creation, as she arrives at Gethsemane. The city itself seems sealed, so she proceeds on to Whitewall. There are then a scattering of images as she explorers that city, spying on its people in many guises and questioning them in others. Large quantities of the records seem skipped here, by whomever is controlling what is viewed. The voice repeats.
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'''"Record Two, Whitewall."'''<br>
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Snow is now somewhere inside a building. A bed of solid construction and shuttered windows ghostly represented in the background. Snow is sat on the bed, glancing towards the camera. "I know in my first recording I claimed I wasn't going to add much in the way of records to this... and that is still my intention but I suspect I need someone to talk to..." That she has no one else is left unsaid but the way she says that makes it abundantly clear. "Especially after the events of the last few days..." <br>
"As you will no doubt see from my records, a Circle of Lawgivers and Stewards have reclaimed the Realm Defence Grid. They no seem intent on gathering the others of their kind in a Deliberative, much like the one of old based once again in the Blessed Isle. As a student of history I can only wonder if the events of the past are repeating themselves." The recorder goes dark as Snow moves towards it looking worried, her eyes a whirling mess of colours.
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There is another skip, Snow obviously turned off the recorder. When she returns she looks more composed. The terror and worry has mostly retreated from her small frame and her eyes have settled back to a more icy blue.
I saw one of them, one of these returned Lawgivers. He was requesting the privilege of representing Whitewall as their representative. A strange state of affairs, not one of the old world as my mentor taught me of that age. But how long can a Lawgiver abide by the command of mortals? To any of the Exalted they are as Mayflies... dead with the autumn."