Sep 24, 2007 19:16
It's cold.
Really and truly freezing.
Elizabeth sits on the stairs below deck, systematically wiggling each of her fingers and each of her toes, and thinking that perhaps the winter in Milliways hadn't been such a waste of time after all. She'd grown accustomed to, if not fond of, harsher weather than one finds in the Caribbean.
Of course, her hair had never developed frost, either.