It would be snowing at the Tower. Jade knew this, even though she wasn't there to see it. It snowed every winter. You'd have to start watching your back while crossing the plaza or, more than likely, you'd take a snowball to the head. Guardian snowball fights tended to get disproportionately competitive.
Jade leaned back against the rusty metal railing and closed her eyes in an attempt to picture the snow. It would coat the whole City in a film of white, covering the destruction the Red Legion had caused. Did the Cabal have snow where they came from? Would they appreciate it as humans did? She had a feeling they wouldn't.
The loud crash of thunder jolted her out of her daydream. Through the double-paned window, she could make out the crests of methane waves as they pushed against the rig. Lightning flashed orange on the horizon and rain splattered against the glass. She sighed. It was always storming on Titan. She wished she could board her ship and fly to a different planet, but she had promised to aid the effort to retake the base from the Hive. It was not going well. She closed her eyes again, transforming the tempestuous planet in her mind. She froze the ocean, turning it flat, smooth, and glittering. The raindrops became white fluffy flakes that drifted gently down from the ever-present clouds. If she couldn't celebrate the Dawning on Earth, the moon of Saturn would have to do.