"Impressive," Crystal says smiling at him "very impressive, see you soon I guess." She pauses for a moment, she will ask him tomorrow, she thinks to herself.
Midnight turns and pads into his room. He wished for his den back, back before any of this happened. He curled up on the provided bed, which was unneeded and uncomfortable. He curled up on some of the floor, which was made of moss. Midnight quickly fell asleep.
Crystal follows, but she heads to her room. She liked that cat, she was going to ask him to be her ally tommorow. She stretches on the bed and closes her eyes.
The pure air and dazzling snow belong to things beyond the reach of all personal feeling, almost beyond the reach of life. Yet such things are a part of our life, neither the least noble nor the most terrible.