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The cold never bothered her.
There was something comforting about feeling cool air against the skin that one simply couldn't fathom under bundles and layers of clothes. It was a clean feeling, a sensation that left her thinking of places she hadn't been to before—lands and past civilizations she still had yet to discover.
Whenever Zopheir's winds bit at her flesh, or the gentle breezes of Nordopolica tugged at her cheeks, it was never an irritating sentiment; it was calming. Feeling the chill, yet not feeling her skin simultaneously...
There was something casual about enjoying nature's gentle graces, Judith decided.