Hues of teal lingered upon the azure sky above, watching as the frosty snowflakes fell down to the thick, pile of snow on Dragonspine. Slowly would it meet pale skin, dissolving at touch. There, in the blanket of white, would lie a figure — whose eyes were fixated on how the snow fell upon to meet land.

You met him once.

Spoke once, or twice.

As many times as it took, until his interest shifted from the heavens, toward you.

And Albedo never left you since.