indentThe morning air was crisp and cold, much to the dismay of the aging woman. Phasma made her way from inside of the community den, peeking of the very front entrance and into the dark morning. She was almost convinced now that she would have to begin carrying her blanket about with her, to keep the harsh cold from getting to her skin and sinking down into her bones. Even in the night, curled next to the warmest fire, she could feel the ache of cold in her body. With a quiet sigh she pushed her way out of the den and into the cold wind, four paws lifting high as they met the snow. It really wasn't the first thing she wanted to experience in the morning.
indentPhasma honestly didn't mind these little things though. She could deal with the ache inside her body, the blanket of snow on the ground, and the fact that she felt it her duty to rise so early and wander the borders. Jaded Shadows had been a place of peace and quiet since the moment that she had arrived. No bickering, no drama, and more accepting faces than she had seen in a while. In a way it reminded her of Syemv, how everyone got along and worked together, and that brought some peace to the onyx woman. Despite the blistering cold, Phasma smiled and gave a faint wag of her tail as she strolled through the dark morning and toward the borders of the lands.
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