The snow didn't stop falling. Just got sneakier about it.
Thinner flakes. Slower drop. But colder. The kind of cold that snuck into your sleeves without permission and made you reevaluate every life choice that had led to this moment, including the one where you healed a stranger with divine magic and tried to pretend you hadn't.
Lindarion adjusted his scarf.
Ashwing walked in front now, tail swaying side to side with way too much confidence for someone who had eaten a pinecone earlier.
Ren walked beside him, silent for once. That was suspicious.
"Say it," Lindarion muttered.
Ren blinked innocently. "Say what?"
"You've been holding in a comment since we left that house. You're going to explode if you don't."
She grinned. "I was just thinking. For someone so emotionally constipated, you're surprisingly good with kids."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
"You should take it as a diagnosis."
Meren jogged a few steps to catch up. "Did anyone else feel that?"
