"Mom, it's freezing." Paige was always cold, even when it wasn't really that cold. Her mother, though, never seemed affected. One of Paige's earliest memories was sledding down a hill, bundled up until she was basically a sphere. She remembered her mother watching and laughing, her coat unbuttoned, her head uncovered, her breath steaming in the air like a fairy cloud.
"Yes," her mother agreed, putting her mug in Paige's hands, then wrapping an arm around her waist. "It reminds me of home."