Beacon Courtyard

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"Are you... cold?"

Cyra bit her lip behind her scarf. Of course he would ask about this, it had to be over twenty degrees out. There were people wearing shorts and skirts. Her mind scrambled for a believable excuse, and having failed she decided to just run with what he had said. "A-a little. It was usually warmer in Mistral." Which wasn't a total lie, in some parts it could get very warm and humid in the summer. 

Plucking nervously at the cuffs of her sleeves, she grabbed the handle of her suitcase and turns to leave. "I-I should go. The welcome ceremony will be soon."