[ Diva holds her arms close around her body, head held down as she trudges through the snow. Where were her chevaliers? Where was the warm sun she craved? Shivering, she kept on walking, stumbling, growing colder and colder with every passing moment.
Was this how mother felt?
Was this how she died?
Diva bit her lip, eyes dull and sightless as she fought against the wind, stumbling into Jade's little clearing and right over Jade. Finally, something warm... ]