Birdie took a sip of her tea, resting comfortably in her chair as a nearby fireplace warmed up the girl's cold skin. The weather outside had turned miserable since her arrival in <<Snowfrost Town>>, escalating from a relatively calm snowstorm into an all-out blizzard. She was lucky to find an inn as quickly as she had, the fear of becoming a human-shaped icicle out there being far too real. As her eyes looked out from one of the inn's circular windows, she noticed that the storm had
The next few moments rushed by in a blur, Arc's words nothing but muffled shouting to the panic-stricken woman. Despite this, she clung tightly to shoulders of his clothes, feeling the fabric of his cloak wrap up in her fingers. Her eyes squeezed shut, not wanting to look down to the splitting ice nor upwards to the stormy skies. Danger taunted her in every direction she looked, and the girl held helplessly onto the mercenary as he attempted to save them both from a perilous situation, one that