She wished it could have magically been summer when she had come back from the tribe. Even after all this time, the winter was always a hard time for the warm-blooded Italian fey. As each year ticked by, the cold seemed to seep deeper and deeper into her bones and made her body ache. Savina knew she was not quite old, but she also was not quite young any longer. The cold solstice put that fact into glaring clarity. The tension and worries of the war were also still slowly making their departure, making the Consul all the more lethargic.
A warm blanket was draped over her legs as she sat in one of the plush chairs of the library. Candlelight flickered pleasantly in the vast room as the cold winds buffeted the windows. The Consul had been very lazy since her return from AniWaya, and honestly a bit anti-social as well. She just needed time to relax and recharge her energy. So she sought company and stimulation instead from the aged pages of the human tomes, basking in their silent comfort.
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