Gatsby that's a gay club across the street- idk
The tightening of the group as the chill soaked their clothes and each step became tougher than the last. The clenching of their bodies to conserve heat. The snow crackled and the wind snarled at the group.
Yet breaking through all of it a clear cry. Ivern looked towards the cry.
"Ivern Don't"
He raced forward towards the cry the snow drift flying into his face the snow entering his eyes blinding him yet he opened them, he saw it, a cradle in the middle of a clearing in the rough forest. As he glanced into the cradle a pair of bright white eyes starred at him cooing and giggling grabbing at his hair.
The baby seemed to peer into Ivern he stuck his hands under the babe careful as could be like with glass he tenderly wrapped the baby into his side and as he started to look around the blizzard had disappeared.
He once again looked at the baby fast asleep and saw the rest of his group coming towards him.
Anaise arrived first taking a look at the little tyke.
"Why the hell is a baby this cute in the middle of a blizzard"
Another commented
"There aren't any footsteps nearby it's like a ghost just put him here"
"What do we do with him if we leave him here he might die but we don't have anything to feed him right now"
Ivern retorted "It's a baby we can take him back to the village in time without this blizzard we would've gotten back way earlier"
So the group reached an agreement.
They trudged through the snow and within the hour they saw the smoke coming from the chimneys.
Slovia was a decently sized village about 1,000 people lived there and it resided in a country called Rasta.