█▐ ❆ ࿐ᐤ  GLACIAL CHILLS chaperoned hoarfrost layers as a divine wintry spell enhanced the prominent city of Isvan. With the constant snowfall &&. a brisk chill that follows such, the training regiment that Gray and Lyon undergone throughout all hours of the day were inevitably BRUTE– (&&. not to mention, amidst the cutting Northern wind.)

                    But Ur liked precision, &&. so Gray strived for it. Ur liked gracefulness, and he managed to procure it. Numerous other areas were gallantly EMBRACED as the little Fullbuster pursued the brilliance of day. He had a vanquished quite a collection of their endured endeavors, EXCEPT for one skill that is deemed essential for candidates aspiring to be bestowed with the “Ice-Mage“ titles—–

    The very foundation of one who wields an element of ICE;
                      The Conquering of The Cold. 

    Gray has yet to accustomed his bare bones to the FRIGID conditions of the seasonal tidings. And just as he was eliciting a shiver so potent, it baffled him (even more) when Ur decided to encompass a certain thermal accessory around the circumference of his disheveled crown.

                ❝ ?! ❞

    Briefly astonished by his master’s unforeseen demonstration, the smaller boy instantly GAWKED when another thermal comforter adorned his tiny neck. Left dumbfounded for mere moments, he desperately attempted to fathom an appropriate form of gratitude– though he was immensely DISCOMPOSED by the undoubtedly meaningful presents.

❝ Ur, why… ❞

    Albeit flustered &&. disoriented, still Gray broadcasted no sign of DISPUTE or PROTEST and feebly buried his lips underneath the silky fabric of the scarf.              

It’s… really warm.