[ Isaac has his head turned up, tongue out catching a few before Jack tugs him in some direction. Isaac looks around, eyes adjusting to the bright lights, the rate the snow is falling. His breath comes out in warm, soft clouds. ]
It's a beautiful city...
[ He can't help but be in a bit of awe at it, all of the soft lights and the people walking, mostly, hand in hand down the streets. Some open vendors selling warm food, some light music in the air. It's picturesque. ]
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It's a beautiful city...
[ He can't help but be in a bit of awe at it, all of the soft lights and the people walking, mostly, hand in hand down the streets. Some open vendors selling warm food, some light music in the air. It's picturesque. ]