Snow drifts outside the dark elf's window, showing yet another desolate but tranquil winter. Secretly, a breath hazed at the corner of it, before a little paw printed its petal like toes on the blur.
@whitefoxed
Winter had arrived early this year, transforming the forests and swamps of Svartalfheim into a vast, white wilderness of snow and ice. The world outside Algrim's study was silent and still as the councillor sat bent over his desk, his quill scratching across the parchment in steady, rhythmic strokes. A fire snapped and crackled in the fireplace, filling the room with a welcoming warmth.
A slight movement by the window next to him caught the corner of his eye. Algrim looked up from his work, his lips twitching into an instant smile at the sight of the little pawprint on the glass. He pushed himself to his feet and slid back the latch, then opened the window and pushed back the snow that had accumulated on the ledge, wide enough for the little white fox to slip back inside. "What have you been doing out there, Lise?"
