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LadyEsperanza 
Thiago wandered down a path stamped down by several feet over the course of the season. It was absolutely, unforgivably, ridiculously cold country. He looked out onto the mountains to the east and was able force his frozen mouth to smile a bit. It was pretty. Not in the same way as Brasil. Not the same way at all- more austere. More... unforgiving. Or maybe that was just to him. Maybe others saw endless possibility.
He thought Eiri was going to be here... but he didn't see her yet. He did a quick scan of the people skating. There was no flash of hair more red than brown, eyes more blue than gray. He sat close to the lake on the frozen grown, tripling the loop his scarf had around his neck and looking out on the mountains again. He took out a leather-bound book and began to write, lists and lists of english words that he knew and their Portuguese equivalent, until they began to rhyme and he wasn't even paying attention anymore, he was dreaming, climbing the mountains, holding her hand, playing futbol, everywhere at once.
Eirian had woken up cold, and stayed that way the entire day. Nothing in her wardrobe - which now consisted mostly of heavy knit sweaters and skirts of every color, pattern, and length - had been warm enough to keep her from shivering. So, wearing neon green leg warmers - she was going through a
very small House Pride phase - a black pleated skirt, and an ugly sweater her grandmother had knit, she had made her way down to the iced over lake for a visit with the warmest soul she knew. Thiago. If he couldn't make her warm and all fuzzy feeling, then no one could.
She had also brought her ice skates, but yeah. Honestly, she wasn't up to using them. Eirian wasn't very graceful on ice. When she had been here before with Cass her knees had become swollen and blue-tinted, and questions she had taken offense to were asked.
Not like she didn't deserve it, but...
And there he was. Aww... Why was Thi sitting in the snow? She wasn't going to let him complain about a wet butt later. It was his own damn fault. She couldn't see what he was doing. Oh well... Walking up behind him, Eiri tapped him on the shoulder, smoothed her skirt around her goosefleshed legs, and grinned hoping he would look up and return it. These days, it seemed like no one really returned smiles. Not to her, at least. She was such a screw up...