Evaline:
Soft snowflakes drifted around us as we stepped out of a book store, arm in arm. We were like two lovers lost in our own winter wonderland.
Draven's hand felt so natural entwined with mine, as if it belonged there forever. The streets of the human city were aglow with festive lights. The air was crisp and cold against our cheeks. Shops were displaying twinkling decor, their window counters were lined with gingerbread in family shapes, steaming cider, and soft fleece scarves. Everywhere we looked, Christmas was making its debut.
Draven paused outside a tiny stall offering free samples of hot chocolate. He handed me a cup warmed by steam. "For the chill... and us," he said, smiling. I sipped while smiling back. The rich sweetness instantly filled me with warmth.
