Taking a carriage from the Prophet's Society, I headed through the snow to Dawn Square. Even in snowy weather, Dawn Square was bustling with people. The snow from last night had already blanketed the ground, and the young priests of the church, along with volunteer believers, were shoveling snow at the entrance, thus creating two large snowbanks over a meter high on either side of the grand steps of the church.
Children accompanying their parents to the church wore hats and scarves, happily grabbing snow and throwing it at each other beside the snowbanks. Shard, stepping off the carriage, noticed that Mia seemed very interested in the snowbank, so he gently placed the cat onto the snowbank.
Of course, not knowing if the cat would "sink" into the snowbank, Shard did not fully let go.
Once the curious cat's little paws fully touched the cold snow, it immediately meowed, asking Shard to pick it up. The cat wasn't scared, it simply found its paws cold.
"Sir, what breed is your cat?"
