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Mark was being led back to the tower, but the Elite he was with got distracted by a jewel merchant’s table. That’s when he heard the odd popping sounds and then a small whoosh of cold air. Mark looked up to see snowflakes falling, and he gave a soft laugh as he marveled at the feat, noticing that another man was reveling in the snow, too, before it was gone just as quickly. He approached to ask how, but the other man turned around with a smirk before he could say a word.
“That was marvelous,” Mark gushed. “Are you a witch?”
“Do you see a broom by my side, gorgeous?” He asked, teasing the pet while appraising what he suddenly had to appreciate. “No. Which means I need to be less obvious, huh?” Edward cracked a grin and leaned up back against a tree, the branches above sway as the wind picked up in speed. Naturally. “I’ve always preferred the snow. Something about it just ups everything ten percent. Makes pretty even more so. Gorgeous, well, speakable things.” Sliding one hand down into his pocket, the master shooed away the other Elite with his free hand. Leaving him and the boy to be free with one another and the handful of people moving around to shop. “Enjoying the wares every merchant swears is the best?”
