Garrett Lo sits on his aged mahogany chair, legs crossed and face glowing, lit by the large fireplace beside him. "Ah, snow." He murmers as he watches the weather slowly change outside. The leaves from the trees continue to flutter to the ground, accompanied by travelling snowflakes. The ground turns white in shock, but welcomes the reddish beings, greedily covering them in its icy blankness. "I wish it could be like this all of the time." His mouth turns up at the corner, and he pauses a moment to take a sip from his glass. The red of the wine splashes against his thin lips, and he hums a tune as he continues gazing out of the window.
Erin van Larsa shivers in their curled up position, just outside of the entrance to the Golden Willow tavern. Their hands and lips are blue with cold, knees drawn up to their face in order to preserve as much body heat as possible. Every now and then their arms brave the cold, exiting their warm home inside the small bundle of Erin, and instead rubbing each other up and down in an attempt to create warmth via friction. "Damn snow." Erin mutters, as they scrunch their nose up in contempt of the white substance. "I wish it would just disappear." They grumble for a moment longer before curling up impossibly smaller in their corner, attempting to sleep, despite the freezing nature of the cold night air.