#gravefated

Leta’s lip fidgeted as the jumper was passed over, she was trying to fight the SMILE that was now creeping onto angelic features. It was FREEZING out, five below, and even though she had prepared with layers, she hadn’t prepared for the icy winds touch. Nodding in thanks she pulled the jumper on she grasped the ends of the sleeves to provide warmth to her ever so cold hands, her arms folded across her chest trying to create heat by pulling her knees to her chest. ‘ S’bit nippy? –oh Merlin! that wind will be my end.’