Hades pulled the black jacket sweater closed, zipping up its front. The weather here was cold, not as cold as the Arctic, but cold nevertheless. The notebook that he'd been working in was held loosely in his left hand, his head bowed as he walked on down the pathway out of the library. The snow had stopped temporarily but all around, Countshire was blanketed in a brilliantly bright layer of white snow. Hades pulled his collar up and reminded himself to buy a scarf one of these days. And gloves he thought as he flexed his fingers, mentally wincing at the cold that had immediately set in. Human bodies were much more affected by the changing weathers of this world and moving here with money was easy- he always forgot to pack more than basic clothes though, when he moved from location to location. He was so distracted by the comparison of the cold here with the memories he had of the Arctic a few decades ago, he barely had time to pull himself up short when he realized he'd nearly walked into the one person he'd been trying to keep from bumping into him here. His feet froze so abruptly that the notebook slipped and fell in front of him into the snow. His eyes though, were preoccupied.