The wind was gentle, yet there was the occasional howling breeze in the air. The sky was dark with stars dotted among the night sky, which is normally the time where most of the people in Regalia would be asleep. Only the crunching of footsteps against the snow-coated street could be heard.
Unable to sleep, Milo Shinseki sat up in his bed, his crimson eye glowing faintly in the dark bedroom. He peered to the one occupying the other bed; a female Altalar with hair that nearly matched his eye. She was currently asleep, or at least he thought. For all he knew, she could just be laying there with her eyes shut. Nonetheless, Milo stood and made his way to the open window in their shared bedroom. He looked back to be sure that the nelfin truly was asleep, and then he slipped on out.
The cold air breathed down the Brood's neck as he walked down the empty streets of Regalia. Winter, mostly the beginning, always brought upon him the memory of his father the most. From cutting snowballs thrown at him to using snowmen as training dummies. From meditating in a forest as snowflakes filled the air...to watching his father breathe his last breath.
He snapped out of it, shaking his head at the sudden memories. He proceeded his path in silence, eventually finding himself within a forest. One he knew rather well, taking a pause as he looked around him. After a sigh, he pushed forward until he reached the end of the path.
He was met with a river, frozen from the bite of winter. Milo slowly walked up to the edge of the frozen water, peering down at his reflection. He grew deep into thought as he lowered to his knees. From nearly betraying the nelfin which he cares deeply for, to the sudden news of the departure of a friend and boss of his. He took a sigh, trying to forget them for now through meditation.
He held onto the memories for a moment, part of him wanting to keep them, but he told himself it'd be best to let them go. Opening his eyes, he still clung to certain memories, the majority had vanished. Pushing himself up, Milo pulled an eastern blade from his side, stabbing it into the ground. Afterward, he turned on a heel to return home.
