Medes left Kier sitting by the fireside. The Mage had been doing that a lot lately. With Magic, he'd turn the flames red, fairly similar to the red of Ina's hair.
The owl flew out through a window and perched on the branch of a tree. The moon shone through the crests and the snow fell slowly, placidly, calmly, silently. The white powder covering everything was still Kier's doing. He said it would snow for a week, and tonight would be the last day.
"Hello, Medes." A soft, coy voice came from below him. The owl looked down to find a copper-colored cat with golden eyes looking up at him.
"Is there any chance you're here alone?" asked Medes.