Although sunlight paints the ground during the day, still the coldest night of Suttern will rush right through the bone, most creatures inside Suttern are used to the cold north and aren't bothered by it. However, it's a different matter for fairy or their descendants, most of them are more sensitive to the cold or weaken during the cold weather.
Artha tightened his cloak and approached the same path. The same hallways that pass a small simple garden with a stone pond filled with colourful fish, the desolate and unused garden chair and table. The place that became cold because of its owner's absence.
Standing outside an old and decaying wooden door, Artha pushed forward, his eyes witnessing the same picture since the very first night his mother fell asleep and his father staying right by her side. The open window illuminates trickles of moonlight upon the two figures, the pale and breathing body on the bed with a creature right by her side.
