Xion tugged at the hem of his new brown coat, marveling at how the fine fabric trapped warmth against his skin without the stifling weight most winter garments carried.
It felt like wearing a piece of the sky. Soft and breathable, yet utterly impervious to the chill that seeped through the grand halls of the castle.
He was currently nestled inside a room far from the one he had been resting in.
It had taken him an embarrassingly long time to arrive here and just as long to console Noxian, who had immediately latched onto him the moment he entered.
The only teenager in the room was sprawled dramatically across the couch now, his head pillowed on Xion's lap like an overgrown feline creature refusing to be dislodged.
Serena merely chuckled from her perch at the windowsill, arms folded, her red hair glittering under the afternoon sun.
