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.... The day after, wearing cold weather clothes she went out and gathered enough snow to recreate her childhood snowelf. Now that many years passed and she had better skill to actually make a decent-looking one, she still decided to give it the same wobbly appearance of her first snowelf. And just like so many years ago, it greeted her outside the porch, until the warmer weather melted it away.
Aurthiel really, really, really loathes the cold! She goes to the greatest lengths to avoid even an inch of snow - even migrating to the southern parts of Middle Earth for the winter! She always thinks of Helcaraxe, and it always makes her feel frigid, bitter, and lost inside...
The warmth of a firepit is of little solace up here in the mountains, where the wicked winter’s fist keeps the land in a firm and cruel grip. Wildermore has always been a “wild” place so to speak, for it is not the kind of land one would pass through easily and without purpose, and the people who do make their living here are hardened folk.