[The Disciple has travelled in all weathers and climates, through snow and over sand - but warmth has always been her favourite, the heavy balmy heat that seemed to engulf her and keep her safe after a hard night of travelling or hunting.
So unsurprisingly she's not happy to be knee-deep in snow at all.
And even less happy at the crawling sensation up her spine of not being alone, her senses feeding her conflicting information.]
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So unsurprisingly she's not happy to be knee-deep in snow at all.
And even less happy at the crawling sensation up her spine of not being alone, her senses feeding her conflicting information.]