The sound of the rasping metal on the backdoor sent them all into a tizzy.
Well, everyone except Anabelle, who didn’t even pause as she hurriedly stuffed her hands into mittens and awkwardly wound a fat scarf ’round her little neck.
“Mummy, c’mon, Daddy’s out there, he's hurt!”
The grown-ups exchanged glances with the little girl of blue eyes and pink lips.
“I guess she’d know.” The old groundskeeper sighed, at last. “Not like I could pick out a frostman from a twitch.”
“Twatch.” The mother corrected and suppressed a shiver. “Twatch.” She reached over and tugged the scarf straight.
(c) Sara Harricharan
~Twatch is what they call the woodsmen in this snippet--folks who brave the ice and snow and usually wear white and light blue to blend with the surroundings. They fight frostmen, which are like the abominable snowman/Yeti.
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