First Husk

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[Paige is outside, trekking up a steep but short incline on the edge of the woodland that glistens from the snow and the decorations therein. Under her arm is a thick sheet of card and a black plastic bag. She is wrapped up against the elements, green duffle and black hat and mittens. Her huffing breath is caught by the journal, as are her crunching footfalls.]

Ah...Can't remember the last time Ah saw snow. Ah can't feel my ears!

[A sputter of laughter.]

Anyone else wanna suffer potential serious injury by sleddin'?