It was a winter afternoon, Winter studying by the fireplace because it’s cold everywhere else

tho being named after a season, Winter didn’t- really like the snowy season that much, His friends loved it, except him, He only agreed to play in the snow sometimes

He’d be studying on the history of the boiling isles, Again, Sitting in the carpet floor near the fireplace and keeping his eyes on the books

he can hear your footsteps near him

“Is there something you wanna talk to me about?-“