Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191026122532/@comment-25828117-20191026190939

It was cold mostly because of the wind. Eton Nir had no snow.

And that cold wind was very present. It could be felt biting at every bit of exposed skin.

Helian could practically feel his little pug nose get red from the chill.

"Wish I had gloves as well..." He commented.

Lysilde had her hood back up. Strands of red hair that escaped in the sides danced in the wind, as did her skirts and Morin's mane.