BigDamnTable 61 - Winter

BigDamnTable 61
Winter


Character(s): Milo, Camus


„Gaah! I hate winter!“, the blue-haired boy yelled as he stormed into the entrance of the Aquarius temple.
Another boy, who had been waiting there for him, frowned. The blue-haired one noticed it.
„What?!“, he snapped. „That had been BLIZZARD out there! Look at that snow!“ He motioned towards the outside.
Indeed, all the rocks and stairs and roofs of Sanctuary were covered in a blanket of snow that was at least one meter high. The blue-haired boy still had to pat some snow off his clothes. At least the sun was shining now; only fifteen minutes before, a snowstorm had still howled through the mountains.
„It isn’t that bad, Milo“, the other boy said calmly.
„Easy for you to say, Camus“, the newly appointed Scorpio Saint replied. „You trained in Siberia, you’re used to cold and snow.“
„But this is Greece“, Camus replied, frowning slightly again. „This cold is nothing compared to the minus temperatures of Siberia. Besides…“ And here he smiled. „Winter has also its own beauty.“
Milo looked at him sceptically. „Really now?“
„Yeah. Want me to show it to you?“
„Wha… you mean to go out there right now?!“
„Yep.“
„Wearing nothing more than this?!“
„Yep.“
Milo sighed heavily. „Alright then“, he mumbled. „But don’t blame me if you freeze to death.“
Camus chuckled. „But I trained in Siberia. Have you already forgotten? This here is nothing than a cool breeze for me.“
The Scorpio Saint could not help but feel impressed. He himself was a person who prefered the warm, the summer. Hearing all the tales that were told about Camus‘ training in the north, just listening to them made him shudder.
„Alright then, let’s go“, he said.
The Aquarius took the lead. He took a small footpath, heading from the Aquarius temple up into the mountains. As Milo watched his friend heading through the snow in front of him, he somehow was glad he wore the coat and thick furs around his legs and feet.
The end of the path came into view, and Camus said: „We’re here!“ Milo took the last steps… and gasped.
A tiny lake lay embedded between the rocks. Its frozen surface glistened like a mirror. Around it, from overhanging rocks, icycles hung and glimmered. It looked… otherworldly. Milo had no better word for it. He felt as if he had suddenly been transported into the land of a fairy tale or myth.
The Scorpio looked at his friend in awe. „You knew of this place?“
„ Ah, I only found it two years ago. By chance. Sadly, this can only be seen in winter.“
Milo glanced at the lake than back to his friend. „Thank you, Camus. Thank you for showing me that winter has also its beauty. I… understand you now better.“
They stood and enjoyed the view of the frozen lake, as a comfortable silence settled between them. And both of them felt that winter had just forged a new bond of friendship between them.