Seated inside a lovely café was a young maiden, no older than 20 years, with long, white hair – its translucent strands tumbling over her back as the female sipped onto a cup of cappuccino. Warm coffee was always the best to be taken in winter, especially now that the season had grown much colder. Fingers wrapped tightly around the cup, icy hues absently glided over the window and observed the strangers that passed by the streets. The Baskan roads were less populated than she had expected, mostly due to the fact it was still quite early in the morning and people were asleep, snuggled up in bed during these hours. On the other hand, Snowflake was more of a morning person, waking up early either to have a walk or just for the sake of her wanders around the city.
The ambience of the café was cozy and relaxed, comforting her with the silence and the aroma of coffee that wafted into her nose. ”Chocolate cake, ma’am,” the waitress located the plate of her order in front of her and Snowflake would nod in gratitude.
"Thank you."
Who eats chocolate cake for breakfast, you ask? There was only one who could possibly be in the mood to consume chocolate all the time, and it was no other than the Blue Pegasus mage seated inside this building.