I like the cold. Honestly I do. I just don't like being cold all the time. I don't like being hot that much. I guess one could say I truly am a girl, because I cannot make up my mind. I can't really apologize for that. I mean it isn't like I can change my gender. Although I'd like to consider myself as a decent roommate with everyone. I keep to myself mostly. Clarie is a bit too, oh how can I say this politely, she is a bit too naïve. Apparently she hasn't been adapted to her human side that much and so she needed a lot of babysitting, yes, I say babysitting because it is just that. I cannot count how many times I've had to politely correct Clarie on things that anyone her age would know by now. I am not sure why I have the patience to make sure she stays safe, but I think it is a pack sort of thing. I'm slowly starting to develop and understand this whole 'concept of pack life,' and it is taking me some time to adjust. After all my true family is dead and the ones that 'adopted me' to ensure I grow could hardly be called family. So, pack life for me was, a bit difficult, but I was slowly coming around. I also noticed I was beginning to not like girls. That doesn't mean I liked girls before, it just means that I just don't tolerate them anymore. Maybe it is a horse thing. Maybe it is because I've been keeping Claire safe. I have absolutely no idea what is wrong with me, but I can say for certain, I am so glad I took my shower right before the vixen.

As I return to my room, walking past Clarie as she heads for the shower, I close the door and lock it, turning the radio on that sits on the shelf. I hum along to the latest song that apparently everyone is obsessed with. I like music. It soothes me. I turn the volume down slightly, only so that no one else can be annoyed by the heavy beat, because like I said before â€" I see myself as a good roommate. As I begin to get myself dressed, allowing my wet hair to dry, I notice on the bed there are new items there. A book and a beautiful cerulean scarf that I swear almost match my eyes. As soon as I'm done getting dressed I turn the radio off, and grab the wrapped present that was sitting on the shelf. I wanted to give it to Frost, but Clarie demanded we follow Christmas traditions, which meant, all gifts needed to be under the tree. Clamoring down the stairs I make a quick stop to the living room, placing his gift down under the oddly decorated tree, and then turn around heading for the kitchen. As I enter the kitchen I see that Frost has been enjoying the cold once again, the backdoor still open and I cannot help but shudder from the cold touch, still not used to feeling it this early. With a small smile in greeting I walk past him for the refrigerator grabbing the milk, as I shut the door. With a teasing voice I turn my head towards him with a subtle chuckle.

"And I thought you knew everything."

Really I am only teasing. I can't figure out if it is a horse thing or a male thing, but he seems to appreciate the fact that he knows much. I have yet to ask him a question where he has nothing purposeful to say. He is honest with me, brutal sometimes, but the truth never was supposed to be something so sweet. I am glad he is honest with me. I would not want to be near someone that constantly lies of manipulates words to force me or suggest me to do anything. I respond so much better when I know I can trust someone. Sometimes I wonder if I ever ask him a question that he does not know what he would do, or say, or even feel? That he is bringing someone else to help makes me wonder just how he made this work. As he begins to speak about the presents I open the cabinet door and pull out a bowl and the oat-grained cereal, finding myself wanting to eat this more often than once.

"Thank you for the book and the scarf, the scarf is beautiful, but didn't I ask you not step in my room without permission? For all you know there could have been a surprise for you, and you would ruin it, or what if I had a special guest that I didn't want him freaking out if you came in the room? Clarie might have enjoyed Skata, since she is the only meat eater here."

If there was one thing I appreciated more than music, it was my privacy. I didn't always get that when I lived with the people that took me in for their own personal gain. My bedroom is my sanctuary and I do not like it when others trespass in it. It is where I feel most safe. I am sure Weres are perhaps the only species that would understand such a thing. I do hope Frost knows that I am teasing that I would have a male suitor sleeping in my own bed with me. My Uncle would probably die of shock or horror if he knew I had been doing marital things without being properly hitched. Of course, a part of me knows that I would need to ask Frost for permission as well, because he is my Alpha and as such I must do want he wants. It is weird to think that I have to accept such a thing, but Frost hasn't enforced anything upon myself and I appreciate that greatly. His comment about me not being able to eat meat causes me to sigh as I pour the cereal and milk in the bowl, grabbing the bowl with me as I take the milk and place It back in the fridge. It is sad that I am slowly having to not eat meat. Taking a seat at the table, I begin to dig into my meal and the sound of the front door being knocked causes me to lift my head slightly. Between bites I mutter softly, as I turn my head down to eat my breakfast.

"Well, I think your friend is here."

Calliel Alosi

Now I'm Unbreakable, It's Unmistakable