[ Eventually he sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, more adult than child in that moment. The snowstorm lifts further, revealing three large buildings, two to the south and one to the north, and the beginnings of a wooden platform to the west. Mosaic stone paths mark the way to all three, the snow cleaned off of them and set to the side in piles. Though the snow still falls, it's rather quiet and nostalgic in nature yet not so cold as you would think it would be. ]

[ ♫ ]

"Fine, go do what you must."