Another Quiet Day

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It was colder on the watchtower than it had been in the air, if that were possible. Breda was wrapped in a wher hide jacket and two sweaters, two pair of fur-facing-in leather pants, and wher hide boots. Two pair of socks. It felt like she wasn't wearing anything at all.

Come closer,[/i] Norrath murmured kindly. I can shield you from the worst of the wind.

There wasn't much room to move around, but the short-haired watchrider came around her little green's side and leaned against her rear flank, facing away from the green rump. It was a little less miserable there, but she worried that her sometimes gassy green was getting ready to prank her with a slow gas leak from her tail vent.

Not today, love,[/i] Norrath said. I'd be letting too much body heat out.[/i]

Breda smiled and shook her head, hardly blinking as they scoured opposing views almost mechanically. What they were supposed to be watching for in the dead of winter, it was hard to say. Wild whers had cracked their teeth and claws on the unbreakable stone of Lemos Hold; wild felines weren't common in this climate, preferring the warmth of the southern edge of the continent. Bandits knew better than to attack in broad daylight. Usually. What else was there? It would be spring time before Thread returned; it couldn't live in the freezing temperatures. We're watching for anything and everything, I guess, she finally said. This was their first winter on watch duty, and both individuals were plainly bored.

Finally, Breda yawned and stretched. "Just another quiet day."

Norrath rumbled agreement. I wonder what Dannie is doing?

Crawling away from Dongal, no doubt.