Consolidated Trust

Velanqi Family Residence.

Aurolio, while rolled up in a thick, purple blanket with a fuzzy texture, sat by the fire burning in the heath. He shivered as usual as he sat on the stool, the light from the flame illuminating his face with an orange hue that dyed his skin and white hair.

Strangely, he was roasting a fish that was penetrated through by a rod, his shaky hand controlling which parts of the well prepared fish he wanted to get a nice, delicious tan.

"Ah..." Aurolio voiced in both satisfaction and displeasure. The smell of the fish was good but....

"Fuck this cold..." 

The temperatures that existed around him alone never seized to amaze, even in the presence of fire.

Footsteps clapped against the floor, a formally dressed woman walking into the clean lounge and watching Aurolio with unfazed but slightly disturbed eyes.

"If you were hungry, you could have just told me so..." Idline said.