TrustwortheyBeast

The bitter winter wind engulfed (Name) as she shivered underneath her coat. The snow was like pellets raking against her rosy cheeks. She trekked along the hidden path to her home, a small cabin in the peaks of the massive woodland-covered mountains that overlooked the Land of Waves. She entered her home, seeing to her fireplace that had been lit before she had left that morning. (Name) tossed another piece of wood into the hungry flames, warming her mitten-clad hands. She slid off her now wet coat and hung it on the rack next to the door, along with her red scarf and mittens. (Name) slid off her thick boots and placed them by the fire. She