Zephiro turned his head up to see snowflakes drifting down to greet them. A single icy crystal landed on his cheek and for once, he was glad to see winter.

“I told you.” Zephiro looked back down to Verden and chuckled. “I told you that I’d be back before the first snow falls.”

Verden kissed his partner’s cheek and said, “Don’t leave until the first flower of spring blooms, then.”

Zephiro didn’t want to disappoint Verden by saying he’d have to run off well before then, so he didn’t and instead whispered, “Let’s go in. You must be cold.”