Alone the Scholar sighs into the cold nights air, snow flakes drift to the ground around him, the world is frigid and frozen, though he doesn't mind. He seeks another to share it's beauty, another to bask in the sights. He cries silently and softly to himself, for himself.

The Thief is cunning, he is quick, though tonight, he couldn't be more alone, all the cunning and charm is no fun without another by his side to share in it's pleasures. It's cold tonight, and his fur is damp with snow, he's lurking in the shadows just out of sight, swearing to himself he can hear sobbing. Lo he did not realize it was from his own eyes did the tears flow.


The two, so far apart, the Scholar will soon have the other for which to smile and enjoy life. The two, so close together, the Thief will soon have the other for which to bask in life's simple pleasures. The two, couldn't be more different, The Scholar and The Thief, couldn't be more alike, tonight they rest in the others arms, the world is kinder than it always appears, tonight they have each other.


Enjoy~