In the Midst of Winter

Yuelei exhaled slowly, her breath quickly adding to a fine mist that swirled around her body. The Winter’s Breath surrounding was much warmer compared to the strong winds that blew at the peak of the mountain that she was standing on. Gallienoir, who had been watching her for the two hours, opened her beak to speak.

You’ve progressed far these past two weeks, child. Gallienoir commended. Your frost affinity is spectacular. She unfurled her wings and signaled that it was time to leave.