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For some reason, Cywyllog finds herself outside this morning, having kept the cloak from her last foray into the snow which she is not presently thinking about.
She is currently wandering around the edges of the forest, looking for boughs and other nice wintery things to decorate her room with. If she's going to be here for Yule, it's going to be as much like home as she can muster.
She is currently wandering around the edges of the forest, looking for boughs and other nice wintery things to decorate her room with. If she's going to be here for Yule, it's going to be as much like home as she can muster.