#jan 8th

I have no idea who proposed that NatWest should create a video game, but I want to give them a crisp high five. Taking inspiration from Slime Rancher with a touch of Viva Piñata’s adorable spirit, Island Saver is a mystifyingly good farming simulator that just so happens to be sponsored by a London-based banking company. Why not, right?

Just tell me when you'll be back, so I can ship it back accordingly. You WILL get your package

Everything seemed still, silent, and peaceful. Cold and crisp too, not that Crystal could feel it, however. The silvery moon was casting it’s gentle light over the land, and big, fluffy snowflakes drifted and danced downward from the sky. The Vosmus heir was sitting on roof of one of the towers of the castle. Her arm was outstretched and her hand was open. Offering a welcoming landing place for the snowflakes. 

It felt like the North was still welcoming her home.

Even though she had been back for a couple of months now, she supposed that returning to her homeland after being away for a year was still something to be happy for. Crystal had missed her home too, after all. She missed her family and her connection with the North. Llewella had been a wonderful traveling companion, and the ice princess had learned many things, done a lot of good on her travels. 

And yet...

Nivalia, the Northern Lands, the Mother North...it was where she belonged. 

A solemn sigh came from Crystal and she lowered her arm. Her hand rested on the coat that was beside her, and she lightly curled her fingers into it. In a swift motion she tossed it into the upcoming breeze and watched it dance with the snowflakes. 

It was her replica of Aldous’s coat that she had recreated in one of her favorite shades of blue. She still remembers the night that inspired her to create it. How she had even duplicated the scents of it. 

Now, however, it was time to let it go.

It would not feel right to her to keep it, despite how she still admires him.