Early morning.
I slipped into my loose white clothes, layers soft and baggy to brace against the sharp bite of winter air.
A mess of colorful scarves hung around my neck—most of them knitted by Snow.
She had gone overboard, as usual.
I didn't mind.
Their warmth helped. Not just against the cold, but… something else.
As I walked down the hall, the scent of breakfast drifted faintly from the kitchen.
My mother's voice followed soon after, soft but edged with concern.
"How about some breakfast before you all head out? It's still quite early, after all…"
She pressed a hand gently against her cheek, clearly wishing we'd stay just a little longer.
My father stood next to her, letting out a slow, tired yawn, rubbing one eye like he hadn't slept much either.
"We've got no time, Mom! The ship's about to arrive!"
Reina's voice rang out as she bolted out the front door, practically hopping into her boots mid-run.
