Silvermask Gets a Sweater It had been sixteen years since Prince Hermes experienced a Parsian autumn, and it was quite evident that he’d forgotten how chilly they could be. The man shivered slightly as he traversed through one of the many corridors in the Parsian palace in an attempt to find some source of warmth. Every other room he’d entered prior to now was equally as cold as the open courtyard. The only rooms that had adequate heating had fireplaces, and Hermes was by no means going to enter a closed space with fire. Goosebumps formed on his arms under his long thin sleeves, and he cursed the palace for being so poorly insulated. If this was how the autumns were, he could hardly imagine how brutal the winters were going to be. The brunette shivered again, though not necessarily because of the …show more content…
Eventually, the pair reached a large room at the edge of the hallway. It wasn’t Guiscard’s room, as Hermes suspected; but rather a large den full of coats, all of which varied in style, color, and thickness. The future prince’s eyes widened momentarily. Guiscard noticed his guest’s fascination at his coat collection. “Feel free to grab one if it catches your eye.” He hardly paid attention to the blond’s words, however, because he was too busy clenching and unclenching his fists. His fingers were numb and this was the only way he could regain feeling in them. “So long as it has pockets, I don’t care what it looks like.” By the time he looked up from his fists, Guiscard had already picked out a sweater for Hermes, peeled it off of its hanger, and thrown it at him. “Keep it as long as necessary,” he spoke, his tone vaguely endearing. “Mm.” Hermes examined the garment long enough to note its grey color and large buttons before quickly dressing himself in it. Sure, he was still somewhat cold, but he certainly wasn’t shivering anymore. He was cozy. “Thank…
" What is it " I asked looking at them in concern. Voltaire pushes them out the door and hushes them. He brought back a small piece of armor and I looked in the reflection.
“this is going to be a treasure” Kristina stated from the other side of the room
Jacin smiled at her and went to a close shop to get some bottles of water. He wanted Winter to get more fit and easily outrun those who wished to bring evil on her. Next, he would teach her some fighting techniques. As he headed out with the bottles of water, he noticed that Winter
Who knew there could be such freezing summer nights? He took an icy gulp of air, focusing his determination.
As I walked into the family room, I could feel the gentle heat of the crackling fire begin to sooth my frostbitten cheeks. I plopped myself down on the sofa. The soft cushions felt like heaven to my muscles, sore from building snowmen, riding sleds, and throwing snowballs from behind the impenetrable fort.
With this new plan in mind, he turned and headed back to the farm. He'd worn cargo pants and a long sleeved shirt to protect against insect bites, scratches from thorny vines, and the threat of poison ivy. It all work to make him miserable, hot and sweaty though. Already he missed the feel of air co...
He pulled the scarf off and wound it around Armin's neck to help stop his trembling. The soft, dark blue fabric helped defend against the biting cold. Armin blushed, holding onto the scarf with one hand. However his blush went unnoticed, due to the freezing weather, his cheeks were already rosy red. Jean stuffed his hands into his coat pockets before continuing, "you don't have to tell me who did it, if you don't want to. But I atleast deserve to know what happened in Mr. Smith's office, don't you think?"
It was the cold that had given me the certainty of my solitude. "Now I feel it," I said. And it's strange because the night is quiet. Maybe the sheet fell off." She didn't answer. Again she began to move toward the mirror and I turned again in the chair, keeping my back to her.
A sigh escaped Clary's lips, as she quickly walked across the stone bridge towards the front door, with Wayfarer slowly moving behind her. On the left side, she noticed an orange light coming from what appeared to be a stable. Inside, it was much warmer. Piles upon piles of golden straw were piled high against each of the invidiual stalls which were empty. The first one had
At long last, Alemdha’s feet reached the river bed, upsetting the sand particles that stirred at the disturbance. Each exhale of breath sizzled and scorched through the frigid layers weighing on her smoking skin. The cold didn’t affect her, not anymore.
Italian didn’t know if that was a good thing or not. While perhaps the sun’s absence meant a few less degrees, the ostensible lifelessness of everything around her was certainly less than uplifting. There was no blue sky above and seemingly no air to breathe. Above her head was a motionless, tyrannical, and humid drabness; the sun only a hope somewhere, a pale thumbprint, a mistake of a splotch. There wasn’t even the slightest hint that the uncomfortable, spongy atmosphere was going to spool itself up into a rain cloud or invigorating thunderstorm. There was not a whisper, not a sigh of wind. It was simply miserable...and she had to be out in it.
Winter, as he narrates, brings woe and causes wreck. The intense frost that sustained for several weeks caused the death of birds. The remnants of the beautiful bevy of birds – lapwings, starlets, thrushes, lied scattered in the fields. The “invisible beasts of prey” had wolfed the birds. The winter had massacred the song birds and their blood-soaked skins were spread all around. The beings that could not shield themselves against its rigours shivered with cold and were exposed to the fury of biting cold winds. Winter thus had brought a host of hardships to the poor souls who found it hard to face the vagaries of the weather.
Naomi, partially concealed behind a shred of morning paper in the corner of a local coffee shop, eyed thoughtfully from time to time the passersby outside. The clientele was of a most moneyed sort at ther time of day, and had counted among themselves a large number of pretty, well-dressed ladies, probably on their way to work. Smiling at ther – in no particular direction initially but with hardly any intention to conceal her glee should her gaze meet the eyes of a worthy target – Naomi happened to notice just outside the door her friend Chuck, making her way in with a characteristically pensive frown and awkward gait. she was wearing a jacket of a rather unusual type, and Naomi imagined it must have been purchased elsewhere, as it was far too thick for the kind of weather to which either of them was accustomed.
“Are you seriously wearing that sweater?” your roommate asks as she eyes you slipping the soft gray materials onto your arms.