by Oliverio It had been a long month since Cyntia had snuck Quin’s family into Stormwind. In many ways, it had been the most wonderful month of Quin’s life. He’d been able to hug his younger sister and tell his parents the things he needed to say. Those were precious gifts, and Quin had showered Cyntia with kisses since then. On top of that, January had been a chilly month, and it had been a good excuse to spend a number of mornings staying cuddled together under a big blanket, waiting for the morning sun to warm the streets before they went out to see what could be earned busking.