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[color=DCD1FD]ᴛɪᴍᴇ |[/color] Morning
[color=DCD1FD]ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ |[/color] Cabin, North Pass
[color=DCD1FD]ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ |[/color] Mister Luum [@FunnyGuy], Bardulf [@Lava Alckon], Masako [@dreamingflowers], Rue [@Potter], Bowyn [@Helo],
[color=DCD1FD]ᴇQᴜɪᴘᴍᴇɴᴛ |[/color] Travel bag with essentials (money, rations, first aid, etc), sapphire pendant, twin daggers, cold resistance ring.
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[color=aqua]"I am...used to the cold if you'd like to have this. I am fine with my cloak, so maybe we could make a trade of sorts."[/color]

Zeva’s eyes glittered as the flash of metal in Bardulf’s hands entered her view, looking up at the generous man with a puppy-like earnestness. She slowly picked up the ring from his palms and fitted the accessory on her left index finger. The metal band adjusted to its new perch with magical precision, and soon, Zeva could feel the waves of warmth emanate from the ring and wrap around her body. She emerged from her blanket cocoon as if she’d become a new woman, and jumped into the air with excitement.

[color=DCD1FD]“This is AMAZING!! I can barely feel the cold anymore! Thank you so much, Bardulf!”[/color] Her now freed arms wrapped around him in a tight hug, and gladly returned his hefty coat atop his shoulders.

Without missing a beat, Zeva ran outside and dove into the closest mound of snow she could find. She marvelled at its fluffy properties, taking in the experience with a newfound appreciation. Soon, several snow angels lined the lawn in front of the cabin, dotted with snowballs here and there. Some were thrown against the wall of the cabin and decorated the damp wood with splatters of snow.

Eventually when Zeva’s burst of energy fizzled out, she returned to the cabin to see Luum hovering over a detailed map. She popped up next to him, and hovered over the map just the same. It looked well-loved, with scratchings and labels that populated the empty spaces of the document, of which there was hardly any left. The snow that lined her long, blonde hair and eyelashes began to melt with the heat of the cabin’s interior, and drops of water from her eyelashes fell onto the parchment, blurring some of the old ink. She didn’t seem to notice, and as Luum pointed to an area marked with a skull, Zeva raised an eyebrow in confusion. [color=DCD1FD]“Aren’t skulls, you know, usually for places where you’re not supposed to go?”[/color]