It wasn't easy. not at all. Being away from your younger brother, Tanjiro, in the months that carried his extensive training. Urokodaki was a kind, but merciless soul. Relentless when it came to the treaties & trials of the so called task of 'Demon Slaying'.

You had heard the rumors before. As the oldest of the house, the heir to the Kamado name, you had heard it all.

It wasn't until days like these, where you sat in silence, cautiously monitoring your sister's bamboo-bound figure, that you really processed the unforgiving existence of the beasts.

Nezuko woke rarely. Often, while Tanjiro was in his states of trance & focus. He never listened when he was alerted of Nezuko's presence.

Oh well.

"Snow fall." The older man's gruff voice echoed from his mahogany-caste kitchen. His aged figure stood promptly over an expectant batch of beef stew. The weather had been getting promisingly cold in the following months. The trees bare, & brown. The sky pale, & overcast.

Nezuko lied her sleeping head atop of your clothed lap. You watched the thick flakes of icy snow fall from the sky beyond the wooden-paneled windows.

By dusk, The world was covered. An icy slope of white, a thick, fluffy blanket, covering the mountains beyond..

The last snow you remembered seeing was the evening Nezuko had been turned. The evening you barely escaped death in its own succumb,

Mountain Sagiri never got snow.

You pondered, Had Nezuko remembered the snow? The cold lapse of chills & flakes. Delicate angels, & family warmth. Each, that bonded in the winter months.

Did she still remember?

"You should take her outside." The older man, Sakonji, as you knew him by, instructed, firmly. "The cold air could be good for her lungs."

"She is not a dog." You reminded, softly. Trailing your gentle fingers through the girl's long, tangled hair. "Nezuko?" You called out, to your sister. "I'd like to go for a walk. Would you like to bundle up, & go with me?" Nezuko blinked, helplessly, up at your patient frame. "It's snowing." You added.