[SEASONAL EVENT] Diamond Dust

what. Ronin's boots crunched against the frost as he trudged to the fringes of the Woodlands, the furred collar of his coat turned up against the cold, hands buried in his pockets. Deepfrost was getting more intense the closer it got to LongNight, he swore, and so he stamped his feet and kept moving and walking to keep the blood pumping while he waited for his friend. He had seen the luxere on numerous occasions, now, and their glow was always a welcome sight towards the dusk. Glancing over his shoulder and into the shadows of skeletal branches and frosted undergrowth, he wondered how their luck would fare today. Ronin professed himself to be quite lucky much of the time - and it had paid off, given his encounters with Safrin, the luxere and the dream fish thus far. Speaking of which, as he turned back to gaze across the snow, a small and serpentine head snaked up from his collar, Sugar nestled comfortably within and wanting little to do with their escapades.