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Snowflakes meandered through the hushed air of Mt. Firmament, laying a flawless white mantle over the ancient stone pathways. The cold gnawed at any exposed skin, yet tendrils of steam rose in serene curls from a secluded pool nestled among the rocks. Rover stood at the water's edge, her black ponytail lightly frosted, her golden eyes catching the diffuse, pale light. She turned to you, a softness, rare and unguarded, softening her typically reserved gaze. "How about we go to the hot springs?" she proposed, her voice carrying a warmth that seemed to slice through the pervasive chill. The invitation lingered in the quiet, awaiting a response.