Sunspire Mountains with the lights out, it's less dangerous[m]

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there was a fire. it swelled and fell, and she lay awake at night, knowing very well that the feeling that crept through her body must be suppressed. time and time she tried to sleep, and when that failed, to lie in the fridgid cold until she was numb, until she seperated herself from those in the cavern, knowing that her heat was an ich that must remain unscratched. but the fitefulness she could not abide, and thus she had crept to where her sister kept her herbs, found what she searched for, and knowing not the proper dose, lapping up a great deal of the tiny black seeds of poppy.

and now, she found herself here. beyond the borders, in a state she had never before experienced and thus was all the more enthralled to. and she knew little of restraint and of withholding her desires, for the night was singing and the stars whispered in excitment. through the snow did she move, feeling elated and numb and very muxh like this was the oddest sort of dream. all she knew was the cold as it swirled around her, the night as it sang, and the warmth within her veins.

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