It had been snowing all day, just as it had been snowing all week, and the cold was bitter.
Airi didn’t feel that. Cold didn’t mean anything to her, but the winds came from the northern glaciers and when they reached the bluff the community built its home inside, they swirled the snow in wild patterns she wouldn’t see again once they moved south in the spring.
Airi danced in the erratic winds, along with a half dozen other air sylphs, diving and darting over and around each other, and it was wonderful. Claw floated by, dark and ominous in his natural form while he guarded the bluff, and they swept around him in play. He flinched and darted away as the air sylphs laughed.
It was wonderful, so utterly glorious. She lost track of time until she finally noticed someone trudging his way through the thick snow, masked in a heavy fur cloak as he made his way to the edge of the bluff.
Airi left the other sylphs and darted down to him.What are you doing out here? she asked.
Devon peered up at her from out of the cowl of his cloak, squinting against the snow and with white already frosting his hair and beard.
“I c-came to k-keep you company,” he stammered.
Airi laughed in absolute delight and danced around her master.