It has been a few weeks. Winter has taken you under her wing making you her servent. You dont know whats worse, her cruel heart or that you've never talked to her long enough to ask the way home. You haven't talked at all! You scurry pass her bird guards into the throne room. Chione:Another report so soon?She dosent look over,twirling a iceicle in her palms. Her hair is jet black and frosted with slow at the tips. Her eyes glazed with disinterest.
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