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[queenofmay]

Marian has been outside for a long while now. The cloak around her shoulders is thick and long, rippling in the strong gusts of sharp winter wind. It doesn't seem to be effecting her expression as she watches the lake, where the Hope is still frozen.

But her cheeks are fiercely pink and snow, like diamond dust, continues to fall and stick in her long dark hair.

[OOC: All threads are before Guy's.
Also, open until it scrolls.]