The man was in the courtyard of the farm where the squadron was located, it was already night, a cold winter night. He used his fire powers to warm himself up, making small flames around him, She looked at the moon, before squeezing her neckcollar tightly.

..pretty night..

he whispered to himself in his deep, raspy voice, Those words were carried away by the cold wind, along with a couple of leaves that were on the ground.