Raven black wings were dusted with snow where they wrapped around Coby almost like a cloak. The wings were a little chilly, but inside them he was warm. Ish.

The guy looked vaguely familiar, but that wasn't too uncommon for Coby and his swiss cheese memory, and he was already answering before he made the connection. "Freaky stuff happens around here. At least a snow day can be fun," he said, looking more closely to reassure himself the guy wasn't Val. He wasn't, but the resemblance was strong enough he wondered if Jag had run into the guy yet.