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Maya's favorite spot here is out back, by the lake. Even with the days growing shorter and the nights colder, this strange, unfathomable place is infinitely warmer than the Commonwealth of Red States. It will continue to be, she suspects, even through its winter.
The feeling of being warm, really warm, is something of a foreign one, but Maya appreciates it all the same.
To recap: A Red sorceress dressed in full uniform stands outside tonight, leaning against a large rock with her arms crossed and her face turned to the watery horizon and the sky. A bitter wind tugs at her greatcoat, her bangs, her long braid, but that doesn't bother her. There is a lake to watch and stars to count, and both tasks bring more joy than musing on the cold breeze or the tense skyfurnace that she will return to later tonight.
[Tags are very welcome, but please ping bohemian inuit before you do so? Mun is attempting to multitask, and also to make sure that overwhelming doesn't occur.]
The feeling of being warm, really warm, is something of a foreign one, but Maya appreciates it all the same.
To recap: A Red sorceress dressed in full uniform stands outside tonight, leaning against a large rock with her arms crossed and her face turned to the watery horizon and the sky. A bitter wind tugs at her greatcoat, her bangs, her long braid, but that doesn't bother her. There is a lake to watch and stars to count, and both tasks bring more joy than musing on the cold breeze or the tense skyfurnace that she will return to later tonight.
[Tags are very welcome, but please ping bohemian inuit before you do so? Mun is attempting to multitask, and also to make sure that overwhelming doesn't occur.]