In my memories, Belmor Town's snow always came late. As a pup, I'd count down the days to winter, clinging to Gabriel's arm, my eyes sparkling as I ticked off my fingers. "How long till the big snow? You gotta build me a whole yard full of snowmen."
Gabriel's hands, though, were hopeless at it. He'd make ten, and maybe one would look half-decent. Still, he'd puff up, grinning, "Check it out, I carved a dragon." I'd lean in, full of hope, only to see some wriggling snow-worm and burst out laughing, collapsing into the drifts while he played it dead serious, making me laugh harder.
Thinking of it now, I couldn't help but smile, but I shook my head, brushing the memories away like dust. Outside, the wind carried snowflakes that tapped against the glass, their crisp scent sneaking into my no
