chief alchemist albedo stood by one of the mountains of dragonspine, gazing out at the snow-ridden landscape before him. snow speckles landed on his fluffy ash blond hair. in one pale hand a paintbrush, in the other a paint pallet.

the boy glanced up from his canvas, looking out at the icy terrain. he mumbled at the sound of soft thudding footsteps. "hm, no one ever comes around to dragonspine at this time of year.." albedo muttered.