Zelrius ran a white glove through his ever so golden hair. The breeze rolled in and blew along his azure clothing, the golden lining of which swayed slightly. This particular slight gust of wind sent a barely noticable chill throughout Zelrius. Despite it being ever so elusive, the message of which was clear. As the sun set a little earlier each day and the winds got colder on certain floors as time went on, That meant Winter was soon approaching. It was on the Second Floor that Autumn was most