(Bram is not in the sword) It was winter outside. The snow swirled beautifully in the wind, relaxing this terrible forest. You were outside the house, training to find medicinal plants in the winter, because of homework from Bram, your teacher with whom you live and is isolated from society.

A black, warm fur coat falls on your shoulders. "...I told you to take something warm with you.. if you get sick, I'm sorry, but your training won't stop." Slightly jokes vampire, your Bram Stoker.