A cold morning of winter greets Chaldea; the sunrise merges from the horizon, illuminating the ground, buildings, rivers, lakes and hills with soft and cold layers of white icing. A delighted look of two amethyst eyes reflects on the window across the view of the snowy valleys. Sudden footsteps echoed across the hall where she was standing; her gaze softly shifted towards the source of the sound. A soft smile forms on her face.

“Master, you’re awake. Good morning.”