Happiness is not an ideal of reason but of imagination
A brow raises as she introduces herself, a shadow of a smirk dimpling my lips at her chuckle. I sit as well, glad for the company of a woman with a sense of humour that seems on a similar beat to my own. "What might they call you otherwise?" I couldn't help but ask, my smirk widening to a cheeky grin, wondering what she might come up with.
"Nearly a month," I answer, pausing as I calculate roughly the time that has passed since the portal took me into its grips and delivered me to this foreign realm. "While I am experienced in snow, this world has been an education in cold," I explain with a light laugh, having never expected to need my heavy coat for so long.
"Are you a local?"
"Nearly a month," I answer, pausing as I calculate roughly the time that has passed since the portal took me into its grips and delivered me to this foreign realm. "While I am experienced in snow, this world has been an education in cold," I explain with a light laugh, having never expected to need my heavy coat for so long.
"Are you a local?"
CHULANE
