Re-Appearance of One Who Has Never Left

[by-matchlight.livejournal.com]

The back door opens and a small bundle of shawls stumbles into the Bar, accompanied by a strong gust of icy air. The bundle stomps its feet (it's wearing proper boots, at least) and hurries toward the fireplace. The shawls begin to loosen as a pair of red, chapped hands emerge and reach for the fire.

This is what becomes of little girls who sneak out to play in the woods instead of going to lessons.

A few golden curls escape the nest of shivering shawls.

Little Lærke, The Little Match Girl, has made her way into the Bar.