The wind whistled, as snow danced in the rising wind, while the moon's luminescence glowed in an ethereal hue as two pairs of footsteps echoed, walking through the rising snow field, their thoughts in order.
Sophia held out her mace as she walked forward, pulling the 2–meter–long chain protruding from the butt of the hilt with a slight thug, dismistressing the weapon into a pocket plain.
She followed Tacha towards the door that stood in the middle of the snow field, its edges blanketed with white soft snow. As Tacha opened it, the sound of crunched snow echoed underneath the force of her feet, while she pushed it into the hallway allowing snow to swirl into the Castle, as Sophia slipped past her into the warm embrace of the hallway.
She stood still by the entrance, her gaze flickering as she watched Tacha walk into the hallway, and push the door back closed, dragging it through the snow until it shut out the chilling wind and biting cold.
