He had been waiting for this for a long while now.
In a moment of sheer madness {or perhaps even brilliance} he had retreated from his safe haven, piles upon piles of stacked envelopes within his hand, in search of his sister; the one whom he held most dear. Winter had her back turned; a whisper on the wind he then became, sneaking past her just to escape out of the window - for a short time, at least.
Yet now he was too occupied in giving himself direction. He {luckily} knew where she was housed and of course the feeling of excitement had already taken over. Who could have cared if it were a bad idea? What could be bad about her, truly? Though perhaps it wasn't his wisest move to simply let himself into her villa {of which he was certain was hers, lest his sense of direction be completely flawed}, he could not contain himself.
"Sister!" He called out to the open air, and instantly he lost his footing. Envelopes in their thousands had since began to scatter all around him. He offered a laugh in return for his carelessness.
"I come bearing gifts!"
