It started snowing during their Steel Training session, Boden the first to notice it before his superior looked up to the sky and squinted, pausing right in the middle of their spar. No wonder it had been cloudy since brunch earlier.
“It’s going to pile up overnight,” said the Clergy in estimates, patting a few of the snowflakes off his bare shoulder. “Let’s get inside.”
Kye all but nodded, unusually obedient to the Head of the Church, reaching for the towel he’d likewise slung over the arm of a bench nearby, wiping the sweat off his face and body.
To remain half naked in this sudden shift of weather is probably a bad idea. Also, he doesn't do well in the cold.
He walked after his superior into the solace of the Rectory, as the grounds were beginning to cuddle under the thin blanket of whiteness.
“Your Holiest, aren’t we attending to the preparations of the Becoming?” asked the Pope, making the other turn a head to look over his shoulder.
