Brennan let her lead, seeing as she knew where her house was and he did not. It did not bother him to let a girl lead, and it felt more natural for him to follow. He hunched his shoulders against the wind, trying to keep what body heat he had built up. The effort was useless, as the warmth was stolen from him within moments. He shivered and tried to get his bearing in the falling sheets of white, having only vague memories of where the storage was in relation to the rest of the village.
He would love to meet Imenry's family, although if her father was a protector of the Temple, than he would know all about Brennan's delinquency today. At least, so he imagined, because in his childish way he believed that he was important in the grand scheme of things and felt that if he did something wrong, everyone would know about it.
There was also the matter of his mother, probably waiting up for him to come home from a day of playing. He worried at his lip in thought before nodding and grabbing hold of Imenry's hand, "Where do you live?"