@bliindary liked for a starter!
The winter was both kind and cruel for a man like Galekh. It made him feel even colder, chilled to the very bone by blood and air, a frozen icicle amongst the world, but it also made him feel strangely at peace. The winter made him feel alive, crisp and alert, a wakeup call to shove the world into his face. And the aesthetics of winter, the warm clothes and hot drinks, the children playing in the frosty white, wasn't bad too.
That being said, despite his love for the season, he'd... rather not deal with the cold. His hands were clammy enough as it is.
He had opted for a more interior event, inside a warming bookstore combined thankfully and cozily with a local coffeeshop. There he could warm, and there he could relax, in the sort of environment he was a little more used to compared to the outside Winterfes activities.
Though amongst the patrons of the soft little world, there was... a troll he didn't know, a not-so strange stranger amongst the sea. That was an unfamiliar sight. Suppose Galekh had gotten used to the situation him and Tagora were in for a while, solitary within the world so unused to trolls and their ways, that the idea of seeing another of his own species aside from his rampant teal was so... alien, to him.
It was a little breath of fresh air, in all honesty. He knew he had seen glimpses of his candy corn brethren along the streets, but it was nice to have a bit more static proof of the revival.
He decided to take his seat nearby, curious and inquisitive about the one he'd never met, his own cup of coffee to warm his blueblood hands.
"Pardon my intrusion on what seems like such a solitary moment for you. We haven't met before, have we?"
