Of all things, Of all the substances... A snow flake lands on summer kings hand. Someone from winter was there- but who, or Where, is a good question. Undoubtedly a chill breeze brushes past Falk, and Aisling. Falk would know that breeze all too well, There's only one being in winter who can use the Cold Gates with such ease, And it's no one friendly to summer. He's likely only there to speak to Falk, if not torment Summer's weaker members.