December 25th
Christmas Day. On this cozy holiday that everyone associates with families gathering and couples stealing moments under the mistletoe, a massive piece of news exploded across Aeonia, grabbing headlines everywhere.
I'm holed up at Skyline Residences right now—I picked up a condo here in Monfort for myself, nothing fancy but it's home. I glanced over at Macaron and Glacier, curled up together in a fluffy heap on the bed, fast asleep. My eyes drifted to the floor-to-ceiling window, where fat snowflakes were drifting down outside, blanketing the city in white. It's the perfect winter scene, but today also marks the start of Angela, Cypher, and Edge's closed-door training up at the Shadowfire Sect.
I slipped into some warmer clothes—a thick sweater, jeans, and my favorite coat to fend off the chill—then reached over to stroke Macaron's feathers gently. "You stay here and keep an eye on things with Glacier, alright? I'll be back soon."
