“Pikku, pikku…come see…”
Riku took Rhoana’s small hand and led her out of the shelter into the blistering cold and white light, he ran with ease across the hardened ground of ice and compressed snow. Rhoana attempted to keep pace with his long stride, though she was less then half his size – a young child still more accustomed to being carried.
“Come on Pikku…faster…you don’t wish to miss it!”
