Much like Ezio, Leonardo found the snow an incredible novelty, and he only wished he had the paint or pencils to put to page a landscape like this. He might have imagined something like it before, but not even his creative mind could rival the reality of freshly fallen snow hanging low on the trees. It is cold, yes, but it is beautiful, and he likes to go for walks and admire all the truly unique parts of their new home. He does have a plan to go to the forge, as he walks carefully for fear of slipping, and very nearly does do that when a large snowball falls nearby.

He immediately sees the culprit and laughs. "Ezio!" Leonardo's smile is wide. "I should have known it would be you. Such mischief, my young friend." He leans down to pick up some of the snow and lobs it good-naturedly at the other man.