It was morning, and Chrysanthemum really didn't feel like getting up. It was summer, after all, and he had spent most of the night sweating and roasting and generally not liking how the only set of pajamas he had was made of wool. Thus, by the time morning came, he was still dead-tired, even slower to react than normal. So slow that the mouse he was going to have for breakfast escaped from his grasp for a full ten minutes inside its cage, before Chrysanthemum promptly gave up and ate a Moonflower instead.

Except flowers and live plants in general weren't that fulfilling, and he simply sighed, and decided that it would be good to get some fresh air. Even though that air would get hot-as-hell later, if yesterday was any indication of the summer weather. Still, taking an early morning walk through Alvaria was nice. The air was still crisp from the night before, and the raven-haired young man could sigh in content at the temperature: just cool enough that it felt fresh. Walking all the way to the market square, he yawned, took a long stretch backwards, and then noticed that it was much colder than expected. Heck, for whatever unknown reason, it felt like winter in that market square.

Oh wait. The unknown reason was known. There was some sort of ice sculpture in the middle of the square. Magic made, most likely.

[b]“Oh,”[/b] he said, in a neutral tone, [b]“That's nice.”[/b]

He wanted to drink some ice water anyways. Walking up towards the pedestal of ice, Chrysanthemum took out a small pair of pruning scissors, using it to chip away shards and chunks from the pedestal, to eat. Ice water was a luxury during summer, after all.

He won't waste someone's charity.