The sun was hanging high in the cold grey sky, the first snowstorm is still raging outside.
Orion told her that it'll continue snowing for five days straight.
Rhaëlya could only lament on her fate of not having adequate clothes. Although she could take them out of her magical bag, it would be too inconspicuous here.
Unless...
Back in the space pocket, Rhaëlya opened her eyes.
"Hmph! You mortal dares to summon my majestic self in this realm yet never use me!" The enchanted cauldron screeched.
"..." She forgot that this was here.
It seems that the last time she came here the cauldron was asleep.
"...Ariel, how can I shut this thing up?"
[You can't. Unless you put it to sleep by brewing poisons.]
Rhaëlya's eyes lit up, "Works for me!"
The enchanted cauldron suddenly trembled, "DON'T YOU DARE YOU WRETCHED SNOW CAT!"
