The weather in Fussenberg had not been kind, and it was clear that the skies above were brewing as powerful winter as ever. Still, Iggy was wrapped in dozens of layers and pressed his gloves to his nose, his features beaming pink due to the cold conditions. He refused to sit inside where he’d have to talk to… people. Instead, he sat in the courtyard and watched the birds fight the freezing atmosphere, until a voice startled him, causing him to jump into the air. “ Ah ! I’m — I… I didn’t see you coming. Or hear you, you were like a ninja… ”
Iggy was grateful for the chill that caused his lips to fuse together and prevent any more words awkwardly toppling out.