InvaderSaph

Imagine how shocked she was to wake up and find herself covered in freezing cold snow, and how grateful she was when Cameron turned up in the late morning with a coat and gloves for her to wear. She'd inquired and he'd happily responded with fervour. "It's called snow," he'd said, grinning like a Cheshire cat as Nova shrugged on her new clothing. He'd explained the premise of rain freezing and falling in the winter months, how it can be a burden or a pleasure in the eyes of different people. "How?" she'd asked. "I can't show you here. Let's go somewhere nicer." He'd smiled warmly and taken her hand. Glove-enclosed touches, but heartfelt al