[/html]She breathed out again exponentially, and a puff of smoke escaped from her. She smiled simply as the bellow of air rose and disappeared into the frosty air that was lightly graced with the first rays of light. Alyssum actually woke up earlier than normal, but the sun was already changing it position, rising into the sky before it normally did only to fall hours before it should. Days were already becoming shorter. But, what the woman fretted over more was the sharp air that came with the changing seasons.
The Southern woman was still not accustomed nor built for the cold Canadian months, and already she was prepared for the worse to come even though it was moons away. She was bundled in warm, fur-lined clothing, and cuddled comfortably into the beaver cloak as she watched the sun rise as she sat on the courthouse's steps. A flask was held between her hands, filled with a small amount of whiskey--not enough to make her hazy minded, perhaps only a small buzz if it was drank all at once.
But, tiny sips were taken and enjoyed, and was more preoccupied by the buttercup-hued sky and the way her breathe showed in a thick mist than the achocal. Overall, it was a nice, quiet and calm dawn and the alphess was glad she could witness it.
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