[Alice laughs in delight at the swirling snow, a moment of pure delighted bliss and wonder crossing over her face. Her own hand comes out to catch a handful of flakes, flakes melting away on her own warm skin.]
That sounds so beautiful... You should show me your home one day.
[Her voice is slightly hopeful. She's realistic; they can't stay here forever. One day this will all end and the most she can hope for is the chance to go to another world, to her beloved's world.]
[Action, February 12th]
That sounds so beautiful... You should show me your home one day.
[Her voice is slightly hopeful. She's realistic; they can't stay here forever. One day this will all end and the most she can hope for is the chance to go to another world, to her beloved's world.]