[It wasn't unusual for the last dredges of snow to linger in the Highlands just before spring really came, but it was more bitter than she was used to. Wrapped in a warm, fur lined cloak, Merida reached up to pull it tighter around her than the cloak clasp Diarmuid had given her allowed, a shiver rolling down her spine when she came out of the fortress.]
Lugh it's cold.
[At least that's the murmur under her breath before she spots him, making her way over.]
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Lugh it's cold.
[At least that's the murmur under her breath before she spots him, making her way over.]