It was a cold day at the Institute. The snow was falling slowly, but the temperature was so low that most mortal people were staying indoors. Luckily enough, he wasn't mortal. Thresh walked through the snow, his chains leaving drag marks in the snow. As he stared up in the sky, he heard someone nearby. His gaze shifted down to a certain Cryophoenix observing the snow as well. Thresh grinned, deciding to converse with her. "Hello, Cryophoenix. Lovely weather today, hmm?" He said with a grin.
A snow day - and obviously, the favoured weather of the Cryophoenix. The Freljord bird in question was taking the time to savour the snow around her when her silence was interrupted by a voice that crawled along her wings and up her spine.
"Thresh," she replied in greeting, turning to speak to the Chain Warden. "It is indeed good weather. What brings you out here?"
"An admirable thought, none the less. Though in truth I can’t really care who wins the war up there. All I know is I want to be around for it." Thresh grinned, laughing as he thought of all the souls he could collect from that frozen tundra. He quickly hid his expression, as he didn’t want to Cryophoenix to pay too much attention to his comment.
"In my nature? My dear Anivia, you wound me!" He mockingly holds a hand over where his heart should be. He keeps up the look of sadness for a little longer, before breaking out into hysteric laughing. "I couldn’t keep that up. But no, that isn’t point of a wedding, but I wanted to officiate, but Soraka had other ideas, so I might as well make their special day all the more scarrin…memorable." He said, quickly correcting himself.
Anivia tilted her head in a very birdlike manner as she caught the Chain Warden’s comment - but then again she was a bird. She made no response to the matter - in all honesty, she wasn’t too surprised at Thresh’s reply. The Chain Warden thrived on his collection and…treatment of souls. Other than a faint gleam passing through her eyes, all she said was “Action for peace is something Ashe and I at least agree on. Of course, Sejuani thinks peace is weak, and snowstorms only know what Lissandra is planning…” her voice trailed off, the Cryophoenix not noticing that her eyes had narrowed ever-so-slightly at the mention of the witch.
"I have no doubt that Soraka and Diana have already organised their officiator," Anivia replied confidently. "And no doubt your presence will serve to make a very special day indeed." Perhaps she’d have to keep an eye on the warden on this occasion.