Frost Sileo, Mother's Day Special by All-Saints-End, literature
Literature
Frost Sileo, Mother's Day Special
The ground was still covered in crusty snow, even in late spring, but then, wasn’t that always the case? Crunchy footsteps sounded across the tundra, but the figure itself was only just visible on the dunes of brilliant snow, reflecting like a fluorescent wasteland back into the sky. He wore a long black jacket with gray and white fur adorning the collar popped high with his neck tucked low to create the illusion that he needed the warmth, though the clearly thin black featureless gloves failed to accentuate the visage. The white jeans he wore beneath tucked into basic boots made it look as though her were simply floating from the thigh