Aether walked along the dragon's ridge. Today is Childe's birthday. He reached the appointed place, but Tartaglia was nowhere to be found. Suddenly, a snowball flew at him from behind.

«Hey, don't get distracted while playing snowballs!»

Tartaglia came out of ambush approaching the snowman.

«Haha, I made this snowman while I was waiting for you. Snowy days make me feel at home. It's so nice to stand in the snow.»

«Aren't you cold? Do you want me to give you my scarf?»

He asked a little worriedly.