Sawtooth Spire klettern

"schnee," he corrected softly. "snow. it is very cold and nice," mahler went on, striding up to gather a drift toward his broad chest. in it he rolled about, flakes curling down his coat as he sat up a moment later to beckon elke closer. "come and look for yourself." she was appearing to take after nyx, he noted fondly, even as ciri seemed to adopt her papa's coloration.