Pedrarruna Manor, Elffire City.
1:06 AM, December 17th.
The night was cold outside.
The snowstorm had been falling on Elffire City since the Winter season arrived.
Wintry trees stand as ballet dancers poised to show the world their grace, and strength showing in how they remain so still in the seasonal gusts.
Now that the leaves have fallen, they are so proud, as if their silvery-brown skin was their glory all along.
There is a warmth that tumbles out in the wintertime; when all else is so cold. It radiates from those who love and nurture as easily as they breathe.
In truth, the sparks of warmth are always there no matter the season, just like a warm rock blends into a summer beach, yet melts winter ice.
The forest was buried in snow and the cold winds seemed to want to blow everything off its way.
That was the view from Theo's office as he worked that night or early day.
