"I can remember it just like it was yesterday..."

A fresh blanket of ivory snow glistens in the jungle of Devaron. The air is filled with sounds of laughter and joy. A small Devaronian boy jumps up and down playful smashing the slush. He covers his small horns with the flurries and playful growls at his mother. His father picks him up and glides him over the frosted landscape, the boys arms stretched out as far as they can. The boy leaps into a bank of snow and starts making shapes in it. He throws a handful of the slush at his distracted father. The mother laughs.