The orb's soft light illuminated the castle walls. A soft, yet ice cold wind blew in between the buildings, through the few cracks in the walls, and across the hallways, finally reaching the small group. It rustled their clothes and tugged at their hair.
"Why do you always wear a cloak?" Mara asked as Aether pushed down his cloak that fluttered with the cold wind. "Even Iris wears a coat."
Aether shrugged. "Cloaks are more practical," He responded as his gaze remained fixed straight ahead. "Come, Iris' work will take up most of her day I guess. There is no point in waiting for her here."
Iris was visiting her father. Though that wouldn't take long, she was going to go to the library to ask Miranda about… well, something. She had kept it a secret from Aether, and he had no intention of pressing about it.
"What's she going to do anyways?" Freya asked. "She was looking forward to show us around the castle."