Reannen looked out the windshield trying to figure out how long until their arrival. She pulled the thick coat a little tighter around herself, trying to keep out the winter chill. It was her most hated time of the year, when everything was cold and dark. She much preferred the summer when everything was bright and warm. Everything singing with life, where winter tasted of death. Yet with winter brought hope of summer, and a sense of achievement when it did come.<br/><br/>Her hand continued to softly brush her sister's hair, loving the soft feel of it under her fingertips. Her breath had slowed over the course of the ride, but she doubted the girl slept. Rea allowed herself to zone out, just letting go of all that was and focusing on the colour she saw as she closed her eyes....