“I think so,” she said thoughtfully. “I think it’s going to be a good year. You and I getting married, so it can’t be that bad.”
She blinked as they stepped out into the snow, raising her collar with her free hand. “Are you warm enough?”
She kissed the back of his hand before murmurings a small command to Tom. The dog’s tail wagged and he trotted off, clearly expecting them to follow.
Francis cocked his head, and continued. "Walking in the night is good, but the snow makes it better."
“I know,” she agreed, looking up at the sky and blinking as the snow landed on her face. “It’s so quiet.”
The snow fell softly around them and her breaths came out in small steam clouds. The tall trees in the park loomed menacingly and Poppy considered them thoughtfully. “It’s so pretty.”
“It was snowing during that very first mission with the Caedis, remember? When the helicopter exploded?”
“You got caught in that tree,” she said thoughtfully. “I remember thinking about how much I must have annoyed you.”