Eirian had laced up her ice skates, turned them bright orange, and stepped out onto the ice before she looked up at the gray sky and pushed herself towards the center of the lake. Wow... Winter here was weird. She could never get over it... But at least her blood had thickened the tiniest bit. Eiri was bundled up just as much as everyone else, but not any more. In the past, she had worn this much into the spring and early summer. Only now she was adjusting. Two years... With a sigh, the Brasileira skated around the ice gracefully, her mind far off. It was two years that she'd been in England. And she was turning seventeen in a week. And she would be married in eight days... And she would probably never again love only one person. Her boys... When had they both become her loves? Sigh. Hopefully this skate would get them off her mind...