Amira 0 Posted October 30, 2015 #1 Report Share Posted October 30, 2015 It was cold out. Manta loved the fourth floor more than any she had been to so far, mainly for that reason. She loved the snow on the ground and the freezing air that made your nose turn bright red if you weren't careful. She zipped up her cyan blue jacket and pulled up her hood as she exited the shop she'd been visiting. She was in a good mood, even though she hadn't been able to find the item she was looking for, and she couldn't help grinning as her feet crunched in the pure white snow, her hand resting on the shiny black pommel of her rapier. Quote Report Link to post Share on other sites
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