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houseofcards_rp2012-10-03 02:39 pm
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It's cold. Freezing. Pretty much Antarctica outside the castle. Blythe found that out the hard way.
For some reason this morning, she was sure that even with all the heavy snowfall, she'd be able to go out and at least talk to shopkeepers about supplies for the end of the month. She was sorely wrong. Every shopfront was dark, every door was locked, and the few people who were around were more fixated on the snow than on business of any sort. She only left the castle for twenty minutes - nevertheless, she came back with terribly stiff fingers and a red nose.
She's been reading in her office for the past half-an-hour, still slightly frozen and Rudolph-esque. Anyone who comes to visit won't exactly be greeted with a smile.
For some reason this morning, she was sure that even with all the heavy snowfall, she'd be able to go out and at least talk to shopkeepers about supplies for the end of the month. She was sorely wrong. Every shopfront was dark, every door was locked, and the few people who were around were more fixated on the snow than on business of any sort. She only left the castle for twenty minutes - nevertheless, she came back with terribly stiff fingers and a red nose.
She's been reading in her office for the past half-an-hour, still slightly frozen and Rudolph-esque. Anyone who comes to visit won't exactly be greeted with a smile.