The mornings in the Highlands were bitter cold, no matter what time of the year it was. The sun was barely beginning to tint the sky when Tidas walked out of the bunker. The grass beneath his feet crunched slightly with the morning frost as he watched his warm breath billowing out of his mouth like smoke.
Tidas was dressed head to toe in his dragon armor that Skye had made for him. As He ran his hand over the bumpy, scale-like layers of the armor's edge, the creator herself walked up behind him in her matching set. They leaned against each other as they watched the colors blend and fade as darkened clouds peaked out over the horizon.
Sighing as he slung his arm over his wife's shoulder, Tidas kept his eyes on the mountain line as he said; "Looks like we might get rained on along the way. We need to make sure everyone's wearing their sensory suits underneath their armor. I'm not risking anyone getting sick while we're tracking Richard."
