Morning settled over Euclid beneath a blanket of snow, the streets muted and pale, the cold softened by the quiet rhythm of a city waking slowly. Footprints marked the paths between buildings, already filling in again as flakes continued to fall, light and steady.
Trafalgar walked at an unhurried pace, Mayla at his side, Aubrelle just a step behind them. Aubrelle wore her hood once more, the bandage secured over her eyes, her cane tapping softly against the stone as she moved. Above them, Pipin circled lazily, his silhouette cutting through the falling snow before drifting back into place overhead.
They were heading toward the Gate building, the one that linked Euclid to Velkaris.
