Cold. It's a common theme. Much more is ones adaptation to the cold. Or as the soon to be wedd, Nabu, prefers; Exception.
"Just because it is your florescent week, doesn't mean you should walk around in this!" Managed to be heard in an amongst the large, dimly lit tent. Tens of dozens of individuals were going about tirelessly; some hanging decorative ropes upon banisters, others bringing in various colors of fur and feathers to be put in bags. And yet, within the commotion it was clear that there was one individual who wasn't moving among the rest.
A light bronze skinned woman. Large elk antlers and flowing brown hair, much like some of the individuals inside the tent. She was sitting, close to the flame in the center of the tent, much …show more content…
The feline and antlered individuals bid Nabu farewell and left the tent. She stood on a risen platform, bare in nothing but a brown and red patterned poncho and a short, matching, form fitting under dress.
The fire was out, the dress cleaned away and the tent with nothing but small torches hung from support beams. It was quiet, the only sound coming from the growing blizzard outside. Nabu could only stare at the entrance, her back to the wall. It was to the point where she heard nothing but the screaming wind outside.
Her eyes drifted up, looking at the tent as it flapped violently. She pressed her back harder against the wall, almost on her toes. She could almost feel her heart sink, this was the worst part. A change in wind current made a flow of unbearably freezing air flow inside the tent. All the torches went off at once, and at the same time, the blizzard calmed down. Now Nabu was left in the dark, the only light coming from the small opening in the tent. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Grimacing, she cursed herself. How long has she been doing this to still be terrified? They'll be here any second now, but it feels like an
"Just because it is your florescent week, doesn't mean you should walk around in this!" Managed to be heard in an amongst the large, dimly lit tent. Tens of dozens of individuals were going about tirelessly; some hanging decorative ropes upon banisters, others bringing in various colors of fur and feathers to be put in bags. And yet, within the commotion it was clear that there was one individual who wasn't moving among the rest.
A light bronze skinned woman. Large elk antlers and flowing brown hair, much like some of the individuals inside the tent. She was sitting, close to the flame in the center of the tent, much …show more content…
The feline and antlered individuals bid Nabu farewell and left the tent. She stood on a risen platform, bare in nothing but a brown and red patterned poncho and a short, matching, form fitting under dress.
The fire was out, the dress cleaned away and the tent with nothing but small torches hung from support beams. It was quiet, the only sound coming from the growing blizzard outside. Nabu could only stare at the entrance, her back to the wall. It was to the point where she heard nothing but the screaming wind outside.
Her eyes drifted up, looking at the tent as it flapped violently. She pressed her back harder against the wall, almost on her toes. She could almost feel her heart sink, this was the worst part. A change in wind current made a flow of unbearably freezing air flow inside the tent. All the torches went off at once, and at the same time, the blizzard calmed down. Now Nabu was left in the dark, the only light coming from the small opening in the tent. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Grimacing, she cursed herself. How long has she been doing this to still be terrified? They'll be here any second now, but it feels like an