Thud… thud…
Sylas ran through the snow, leaving a trail of footprints behind him. Celeste sat on his back, curiously looking at the landscapes around her.
"It's snowing already… it's so beautiful," she murmured to herself, reaching out her hand to catch a falling snowflake. While her attention was focused on that, a snowflake landed on the tip of her nose, which she did not notice, causing her to shiver a little.
"Cold…?" Sylas stopped and turned his head to ask.
Celeste first nodded, then shook her head.
"Not really… it just feels… a little novel. I haven't seen snow for a long time," she replied softly. Her voice drifted away through the wind, but Sylas still heard it.
In the past, she had always been striving to keep up with her brother's footsteps, such that she barely had the time to slow down and look at the scenery around her.
"In the beast world, snow isn't a good omen," Sylas said, then continued running north.
