The plane began to slow down smoothly, descending through clouds now tinged with a soft pink. The view outside showed a landscape covered in a thin layer of snow, and, unlike the images of Romania Vergil had in mind, it looked more like a movie set than reality.
A part of him wondered if Sapphire was actually aware of the weather forecast.
"I wasn't expecting snow," Vergil murmured, watching out the window as the plane continued to approach the runway.
Sapphire, already seated relaxed with her arms crossed, glanced out as well, her expression light, almost curious. "Neither was I, but I think it fits the mood of the place. And, to be honest, it just makes things... more interesting."
They grabbed their things as soon as the plane landed and the cabin door was opened. The movement at the airport was calm, but the cold air from outside soon made them realize the urgent need for something more appropriate.
The only problem: they didn't have any winter clothes.
