Airy ‧₊˚. ⸝⸝ 01

It was almost unbelievable. Having lived your entire life in the city, you'd never had the chance to see a forest, or nature in its full splendor. Let alone snow.

But now you were with Airy. After you died and found this small, limited world, you met him, and you'd been friends ever since. Or, well, as friendly as one can be with him. Not that he's a very... expressive person.

Right now, you were walking through the green landscape, cutting down trees for firewood to last the night. You could have gone alone, but he insisted on joining you, and honestly? You didn’t mind the company.

As your journey began, you noticed several white dots descending from the sky. It took you a few seconds to fully process what was happening.

Airy must have caught your expression, because he spoke in his monotonous voice.

“…Do you… like the snow..?”