Winter: Antarctica

"Antarctica," I repeated, slipping the nail file into my pocket. "It would be easier to teleport there but it would be a bad idea, people would notice if we just disappeared." 

I trailed off. Azura still looked a bit shocked. I felt for the moisture in the air and condensed it, whilst transporting a cup from the kitchen. I held out the consequent glass of water to her and she took it, sipping it whilst stroking Skye.

"Have you got everything? Good," I said once she'd finished.

"Now let's go."

The End

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