A lifetime of habit still kept many indoors at LongNight; memories of the killing cold that used to stalk the streets ingrained too deeply into the elder generations for them to easily step out into the Dark. But there were many - younger folk, those from other regions, Outlanders - who had taken to the last few years of protection with relish and moved between the homes of friends and families and those few businesses that had begun to open their doors even through the last week of the year.
One such man ghosted silently over the snow, his path unmarked by torch or lantern but guided by the Goggles that rested over his eyes. There was no announcement of his presence until a covered mug of something hot and sweet (cocoa with a strong dash of cream liquor) descended in front of Hotaru's face a heartbeat before a friendly croon rumbled out and a scaly head tried to nose under her hand for scritches or treats.
Boreal wasn't picky as long as she got one or the other.
One such man ghosted silently over the snow, his path unmarked by torch or lantern but guided by the Goggles that rested over his eyes. There was no announcement of his presence until a covered mug of something hot and sweet (cocoa with a strong dash of cream liquor) descended in front of Hotaru's face a heartbeat before a friendly croon rumbled out and a scaly head tried to nose under her hand for scritches or treats.
Boreal wasn't picky as long as she got one or the other.
