[SEASONAL EVENT] Diamond Dust

what. "As if I would go and see this without you," Ronin said with a smile as he spotted his friend emerging through the snowfields, nudging back against him but not daring to take his hands from his pockets. He wore his bracers, gauntlet and glove, just in case the night was not kind to them, but that didn't mean he wanted to bare his fingers to the cold unecessarily. He smirked and followed the other man's gaze out into the glowing woodlands beyond, nodding to him. "I see it too," he said reassuringly, starting to lead the way into the undergrowth - but not before Remi could say hello to his dragon. Sugar trilled at him, politely accepting the meat (a far cry from his first attempts) and nuzzling away again. Ronin wrinkled his nose; he'd either feel her wiggling about to get the crumbs of it, or he'd end up with a coat full of flakes of meat by the end of the night. "So have you seen them before? The luxere?" he asked.