Kathe stood on the steps of the Institute of War, smiling as a cold and biting wind hit her face. It was a colder day, and most Summoners and Champions had confined themselves inside. Kathe, however, missed the deep chill of her Freljordian home, and it wasn't often that she was reminded of it. Would anyone else be out in this chill?
Many mortals would use the cold day to hide inside with warmth and company, but Anivia was neither mortal nor cold - and she rather preferred this weather. She did not stop in her wandering, soon finding herself outside, where she allowed herself to savour the wind drifting past.
She was not alone however - another person stood there. Anivia judged from the robes that she was a summoner. “Hail, summoner.”












