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It's cold outside, but Iella thinks that's fine. Living on Coruscant, the city planet, it's nice to see trees glistening with icicles, to walk in the hush. Wrapped up (stylishly) in a warm, long red coat, matching hat, boots, and a white scarf down by the lake, she smiles to see the ice shining here and there on the water, the snow in the rigging of the large old-style sailing vessel, the sites of battles and wars on land clearly marked by where the snow has been scooped up. Humming quietly to herself, watching her breath float on the breeze ahead of her, she settles her hands more firmly in her pockets against the cold, and she walks through the snow.

[Warning for violence in Thyne thread; all others millitimed to before.]