Date: 80 Fall, 511 AV Heather stood in the middle of the marketplace, tugging her brown, woolen cloak tightly around her chin, trying to block out the cold, Avanthlian air. Her pale fingertips trembled as she pressed them into the fabric, trying to get the tips to return to a more natural color. Her legs trembled as the wind brushed her cloak off her skin, and whistled underneath, blowing through the tiny holes in the fabric as she stumbled around through the foot of freshly-fallen, glistening white snow, which stretched out in every which direction, as far as the eye could see. The snow sank through the holes in her tiny, brown suede boots, and her teeth chattered as her lips trembled, and several tears trickled down her face. Some of them had frozen in the center of her rosy cheeks. Others curled around her red nose, as her wide eyes glanced in every which direction. Heather was wondering where she was as she tried to wind her body into the cloak. "Why does it always have to be so cold?" she whispered through chattering teeth to no one in particular. "Why can't Syna's sun just warm the flesh for once?" Heather glanced up at the sky, and noticed that the sun was just above her head. She couldn't have left too long ago, which meant she had to find somewhere to go, somewhere farther. Somewhere where her violet colored eyes could not settle. Heather :
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