Luneshale Pass colina

She stared momentarily. She was yet to get a proper soak, however his eyes spoke of a demand for her to follow.

Rising to her feet she joined the man on the bank, the first layer of her thick coat soaked. It would dry quickly, and she would tend to it then.

She valued her coat for the way it kept her from the cold, for the way it highlighted her features and wrapped around her limbs.

She wished to keep it clean - from the dirt, blood, and trash she would encounter in her lifetime. Only then could it continue to keep her safe.