"What sort of creatures did you see in the Unknown, Princess Aerith!?"
"I… still haven't explored much of it. But the Unknown is completely different from the Known Universe. The laws we know here barely apply there. And wow… wow…
…What is in this thing?"
The festivities were loud.
Aerith could hear everyone around her cheering and shouting; their words, traveling even through the thick layer of snow that endlessly drowns the entire encampment in white and cold.
Cold.
At least that's what is supposed to be wrapping Aerith right now, but no; the only thing wrapping her right now was the exaggerated warmth crawling through her skin, penetrating deep into her bones. Just a few seconds ago, she was getting ready to leave with Riley—but now, she could not even center her thoughts.
The only thing she knows right now is that there was a mug the size of her head in her hand, filled with wine her lips have never touched before.
