For the first line meme: Rey gazed out the window at grey skies and fat snowflakes, and she shivered reflexively.
(I wrote the next six, oops!)
The heat in the room was actually dialed up enough that Reylikely would have been comfortable in bare skin, but watching the snowfall justreminded her of the bitter cold and the wet icy clumps sliding out of her hairand down the back of her neck.
“Here, drink this,” Jess said, coming up beside her so theirarms brushed, offering a mug of something steaming. “Maybe blow on it first,”she added, when Rey prepared to take a gulp.
Smiling a bit ruefully, Rey did as suggested, softly blowingover the rim and breathing in the warm scent of what she could now recognize asspiced cider. Even just the smell of it seemed to chase away the lingeringmemory of cold.
Or maybe that was just Jess.
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