Mizuki shakes her head, deciding against saying anything before she ends up grimacing over his innocent foolishness. Instead, she nods and lifts her hand in farewell, scrunching her nose in disgust as she feels the cold dampness of melted snow against her feet.
Snow hasn't managed to reach these parts, and it seems as though the river hasn't frozen over yet. It's distinctly warmer around this region, not significantly but sufficiently enough.
The flame crackles slowly, in tune with the crushing of grass beneath Mizuki's feet.
She turns her head warily as she wades through the snow, staring out at the nearby river. She gulps, knowing they wouldn't be able to cross it if they were to embark at this time of night, or ever, if they can't find a trustable boatman.
