Pedrarruna Manor, Elffire City.
5:02 PM.
Through the hushed air, the whitening shower descended.
At first thin wavering; till at last the flakes.
Fall broad and wide and fast, dimming the day,
With a continual flow. The cherished field of trees and hills of the forest put on their winter robe of purest white.
The first snowfall of the year.
An autumn's last days, fierce snowfalls, fall lights, and storms.
The Pedrarruna landscape was now full of wild moods, hints of a magical wilderness and an encircling cold, the bitter winds, the fast-falling hail.
Theo looked through the window of the animation studio of his house.
'It seems it is snowing...' He thought dreamily as he observed the snowflakes falling from the skies.
Theo had a soft spot for snowy weather.
Some of his best memories were of him playing in the snow with the children of the orphanage.
