Jan 25, 2019
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non-verbal - sit next to my muse
Of course Caitlyn had come prepared for her visit to the Freljord. She has at least three layers of clothing on, two of which were thick with fur. Still, she finds herself shivering, nose and cheeks red with the chill in the air. She tries to stop the incessant shaking when she sees the Queen approach and sit beside her, but to little avail, and her cheeks redden further with embarrassment. “My apologies,” she offers with a wry grin. “I’m used to the warmth of Piltover, and I may have overestimated my tolerance for the cold.”