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From the safety of the fire Fang watched as soft, fat flakes drifted past the window in a sideways flurry. From the first moment he laid eyes on snow he was enamored with how cold it was, but the moment it touched his hand, it melted into a puddle. It was a force, so beautiful to look at, but so dangerous to be caught up in. He wanted to be trapped in the chaos.
The feeling was familiar, somehow.
Izzy’s voice was soft, “isn't it beautiful?”
Fang wrapped his fingers around the offered mug with a nod, “that it is.”