It was a cold day at the Institute. The snow was falling slowly, but the temperature was so low that most mortal people were staying indoors. Luckily enough, he wasn't mortal. Thresh walked through the snow, his chains leaving drag marks in the snow. As he stared up in the sky, he heard someone nearby. His gaze shifted down to a certain Cryophoenix observing the snow as well. Thresh grinned, deciding to converse with her. "Hello, Cryophoenix. Lovely weather today, hmm?" He said with a grin.
A snow day - and obviously, the favoured weather of the Cryophoenix. The Freljord bird in question was taking the time to savour the snow around her when her silence was interrupted by a voice that crawled along her wings and up her spine.
"Thresh," she replied in greeting, turning to speak to the Chain Warden. "It is indeed good weather. What brings you out here?"
