Coci Heavenshield
Dawnguard Grand Master
The middle of Winter

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TdZBgK3HALc
A white thick swirling smoke issued from the chimneys of Himmeldal, the snow falling on the roof at least a meter thick placing pressure of the wooden tiles, but not even the might of the snow would break it, the craftsmanship to clever for that. There is a soft light flicking in the windows, the dance of flames within the rooms, warming their home and all that dwell there. A subtle hint of roasting meat, rides on the gentle wind and if one was to listen very carefully, the song of Midvinter would greet their ears, rolling up from the valley below, the sound of the forge clinking metal to metal. It is good to be home ..Pulling her fur around her body, Coci carries a small basket filled with ground mushrooms that live beneath the earth of Midvinter, a sauce she will make of these, the final touch to the roast of boar. The scent of them, so earthy strong and delicious easy to sense in the crisp clear environment. Her black hair coated with snow, her cheeks and lips red with the cold and her breath all white, she moved toward the door of Himmeldal. Long brown leather boot push through the icy field before her, footing unsure with each tread as she sinks thigh deep in the powdery snow. Coci did not get far, not in any hurry, before she twisted her ankle on hidden rock and fell face down in the snow and buried there out of sight. She rolled on her back, and laughed, it felt good to laugh again ..
They need this, they need the escape .. So much has happened in such a short time.
There is healing to be done, not only of body but of spirit.
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