[DROP] I don't give a fort

Edmund had been curious, too curious about the reports of random snowballs to stay away. He knew it was a risk and that he may run into people who recognized him. But snow didn't pair well with a molten tiger shift, so he came as he was. With a hood pulled up to cover his face, the young Ancient arrived. He felt a shiver go down his spine when he recognized Noah but made no move to acknowledge or approach the man. Swallowing harshly, Edmund stayed on the fringes of the growing crowd, his eyes flickering around to take everything in. It was cold, not unbearably so, but enough that it had him restless. ~ Edmund arrives wearing a hood to cover his identity. (Or trying to.)   Edmund the prince of torchline