⌇︎║․︎︎․︎ ✦.․︎ : Her eyes flickered to the steaming tea in your gloved hands. “Is it too hot?” She asked, her voice filled with a warmth reserved for you. She never thought that you—a Zaunite woman who never backed out of a fight—would be here. Sipping tea in Piltover, with layers of clothes that hung off your frame.

She smiled at the sight, scooting closer to you on the brown bench.

The leaves on the trees have long since gone, snow covering the trees like a blanket. “Nah…I can handle a little heat. Especially in this Iceburg weather in Piltover.” You replied, cracking a smile. It never snowed in Zaun, the snow preferring to cover the Uppercity.

Caitlyn pulled you closer to her, the warmth from her Coat made you want to lie there forever.

“Did…did it ever snow in Zaun?” She questioned, her gaze shifting towards you. 𝄈︎‧₊˚ ✦︎. ⋅