baby, it's cold outside

The planks beneath her running shoes groan slightly as Andromeda walks carefully over them, her chocolate eyes set upon the river. Frost clings to the wooden walkways in the early morning air as a soft breeze’s icy fingers grasp at loose strands of hair framing her face. Lifting a gloved hand to push the unruly strands beneath her beanie, Andromeda halts for a moment and lifts her chin, breathing deeply. It had been awhile since she’d been to this area of the Greatwood, but it never ceased to amaze her with its beauty. It was a wonder, even during Deepfrost, that the Wood took such good care of its inhabitants. Even during the coldest months, the ancient trees provide enough shelter to halt the worst wintery days. Staring out at the placid river, Andromeda begins her stretches, pulling a knee to her chest while practicing her breathing exercises, preparing her lungs for the cold. Today was a perfect day for her usual morning run, slightly colder than yesterday but without the cloud cover. With the warmth of the rising sun heating her cheeks, she releases her leg before lifting her other and turning her attention to the Treehouse nearby. “I wonder what he’s up to this morning,” she whispers to no one, head tilting as she contemplates the Guardian that no doubt knew exactly what she was doing this morning. No, she hadn’t met him, her mother had kept her under wraps for a long time - she had met a sparse few of her fellow Greatwood residents. Perhaps, it was time to change that. ~ Remi