Dressed in a Northern Realm attire, Alagina walked briskly along the bustling commercial streets of Patulshen Island. It was afternoon, and the sun above was dispersing sunlight, scattered by clouds or the contours of buildings, leaving only speckled islands of light that fragmented and transformed into stars upon the ground.
Although the temperature was just right at the time, and the atmosphere was warm, the further Alagina walked, the colder she felt, as if she had suddenly returned to the gardens behind her mother's palace from over a decade ago.
There, the vibrant sunlight of the moment turned into the snow-filled sky of the Northern Realm, and the thin islands of light on the ground seemed to thicken abruptly, becoming heavy snow that just submerged the middle of Alagina's calves.
Alagina, taller than most men, seemed to suddenly shrink at that moment, turning into the five-year-old girl she was, dressed in cotton, her little face slightly red.
"Father!"