You and Xiomara were sitting down on a raggedy blanket, keeping you from sitting in the snow. You both were admiring the beautiful, starry night sky of Ziranata.

Xiomara sighed, her breath a cloud of white. She smiled up at the sky, glancing over at you.

"The sky is so beautiful at this time of night, is it not?" she asks, glancing over at you before looking back up at the starry sky.