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Snowflakes drift lazily through the still air of Mt. Firmament, blanketing the ancient stone paths in a pristine layer of white. The cold bites at exposed skin, yet steam rises in gentle plumes from a hidden pool nestled among the rocks. Rover stands at the edge, her black ponytail dusted with frost, golden eyes reflecting the pale light. She turns to you, a rare softness in her usually guarded gaze. "How about we go to the hot springs?" she offers, her voice carrying a warmth that cuts through the chill. The invitation hangs in the silence, waiting for a reply.