Midori-muffin

Part One: Do You Know Her, Nettle? (Fats!) Tiny, white speckles of snow trickled down from the sky, here for their yearly trip to the northern city of Hudson. Nettle looked up to the clouds and found so very few, had they run away with the sun, or were they banded together to hide it? Her ears were cold. Her head was packed with knowledge; her back was sore from all the textbooks. She hated the cold. She despised it.  The long walk from the university exasperated it. Pomal adored it. At first snow-fall, he held out his hand to catch as many of the little flakes as possible, then watched them melt. He smiled at it, then at her. Nettle? Not s