Not long after the trio of Erik, Emma, and Emily left the cabin, they walked under the watery northern sun as it cast elongated shadows on the snow that blanketed the ground.
The air was crisp, filling their lungs with cold, clean, and sharp air as they walked along a rough, barely used road through a taiga forest with ancient pine trees on all sides, their branches heavy with snow.
Emma was basically skipping and couldn't stop smiling as her gaze switched between Erik and Emily. Even the visible puffs of air coming from her mouth seemed to twirl with happiness, reflecting her infectious energy.
Erik just took it in stride, a small smile playing on his lips, enjoying the lightness of the moment. Emily, however, seemed to be getting a little annoyed, sighed, exasperated, and rolled her eyes. "Oh my god, little Em. You're acting like you've found a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow," Emily teased, her tone a mix of amusement and mild irritation.
