Outside The Golden Courtyard, the thirteen seem to rejoice over the tumbling snow. You were just as merry as everyone else, a snowball in your hand.

“Kosma!” You called before slinging a snow ball to his direction.

The green haired boy flinched as the snow ball hit his chest. Brushing the snow off his hoodie, he was still unresponsive. It was then that he mustered snow from the ground, preparing it into a ball.