L O S T
Novania City
Arkania
Give her the desert any day.It's oppressive heat, and invasive sands, were nothing compared to the shiver-inducing, sluggish mentality of a tundra world. Every calorie burned felt like a waste, the constant shivering left her feeling weary even though the day had barely begun. Her ship wasn't exactly the warmest, but at least it had heaters! Here? They pretended to care, somewhat warm air blew from vents throughout the streets of the City, but nothing could hold back the gnawing chill. Not really.
She blew into her hands, rubbed them together, and then shoved them into the pockets of her duster. Leather would have been a mistake, if not for the woolen jumper she wore beneath it. It wasn't much which caused her to wear such a scratchy thing, but if it beat away a little of the cold then she could live with it.
"To go, yeah," she said to the barista at one of the street stands, who a few moments later offered her out an insulated disposable mug filled to the brim with steaming hot tea. The one hand which had been forced back into the cool air thanked her for the sudden heat which permeated the mug, and without much thought she brought it to her lips for a sip.
Big mistake. Her tongue suddenly turned numb, throat burning.
"Careful, it's hot," the barista said, a little too late to be of any use, and after paying the good man for his gift from the Gods she pressed on through the crowd. Arkania. Why in all the seven hells had she come to such a place? Land of the mentally superior people! Pah! Fat load of good that seemed to do the cocky bastards. If they were so intelligent, they'd have chosen a better world to call home.