Let It Snow

Pharos smiled as Misha spoke o the snow, she seemed as fond of the snow as he was of the Gods. "Born during a snowstorm, then perhaps you were a light in the dark of that storm. In fact I bet you ware the light." His tail wagged and as she lay down he moved to settle down beside her. "As lovely as the snow is it's better to stay warm with another than cold all alone." He laughed lightly at his little rhyme before looking up at the sky. "You know, even though you don't seem to care for the Gods they may care for you. The God of the North, he is said to represent the color black, the element of water and the season of winter. In the middle of summer I'm sure he prefers his own domain. And why wouldn't he? there is something magical, beautiful about the snow." His tail wagged behind him as he watched the snow fall around them. It was such a peaceful time and it was lovely to be in the company of another.