The first chill of Glimfall had arrived in Pangaea, sweeping across the beautiful fields with a brisk breeze that carried the scent of ripe fruits and freshly harvested tritum. Azeroth looked outside from the blurry window of their warm home, resting his face against his hand as he leaned to the wooden window frame. It was a cold, snowy day for Elysium, like always, unlike where they were headed with his dad soon; Pangaea's gorgeous farm fields. His white scales gleamed faintly in the fading ...