He'd never seen this much snow before in his life. Caelin's winters were particularly mild, snow fell but it would melt away after enough time. Even the fortress in the northernmost parts of Bern hadn't seen this much snow.

Kent knew Fiora and her sisters tired of snow easily, Fiora had told him as much during their travels. Fiora herself even said she'd almost be happy never to see it again, and he told her she'd be taking back those words when they set foot on her native soil once more.

"I guess you were right," she laughed as they lay in the fresh morning snow, flapping their arms and legs about in a most undignified manner, her hair unkempt and blowing in the harsh wind and his smile brighter than she'd ever seen.

Their snow angels would be gone by mid-afternoon, but right now they were happy to forget that little detail.