The little specks of white fluttered down from above as the night covered the land.
The frosted ground was soon met with its fluffy cousins cascading upon the earth quickly creating a blanket of snow.
The snow fuelled the icy bite of the wind causing Uriel to shift around in the cold of the night.
He was grateful for the cloak he received from the shattered rift, its thick sturdy material was an excellent veil from the frost.
He had used it as a blanket as he slept against Zeresha, but the first snowfalls were leaving even Zeresha cold, and even the cloak was failing to act as a barrier.
Uriel opened his eyes to find the stars and moon hidden behind the puffy clouds hanging overhead.
As he pulled himself up his cloak revealed a bit of skin and the cold temperature immediately assaulted his flesh.
