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“Out here in the middle of nowhere though. There is little you can do if you are lonely. It’s not like a pretty girl will fall into your lap when you are out strolling. Yet that is, if you will believe me, exactly what happened to me when I was out this very harsh and cold night.

Falling from the sky, she looked like she belonged in a court somewhere far off.

Like there had been a second of pause in the sky. And the lord himself had stepped down to give her to me. I hadn’t thought of him in a while. The lord.

Our lord. Our god and saviour. He was the reason we still lived, he was the reason for all of our existence. We lived, bred, and died for him. That was our calling. And we all felt it in our bones.

It was as much set in stone as was anything else on this earth.

For that for all that, I now believed in the lord again. My faith was renewed. The girl was unconscious. However she didn’t look cold.

When I picked her up, she was hot to the touch. More like an oven. It was unlike anything I had ever seen.

I felt a dread form in my gut. It had to be magic. And that was the work of the devil. Everyone knew that.

These thoughts and many more plagued me as I walked back to the cottage at the edge of town. It had been in my family fort the longest of times. There were nobody there. It had been something of a hobby of mine to live here from time to time. I loved the weather. It was something of a hobby of mine to study it, and describe the changes that I could see.

Not to brag, but I am someone of importance. I have a degree in meteorology. It is not an exact science, but it’s getting there. However I am sure it will work better than the wretched storm-glass that most people still carries.

I carry one myself. If nothing else than to remind myself of the stupidity of the common man.

Sure, it was an awesome statistical tool. However it did not really correspond with the reality of the weather around where it was located. It did however react rather violently, and interestingly to magic.

Depending on the magic used, there would be a range of different effect. That was something I had yet to see. I wanted to put the girt down. But as I explained the wind was less than kind, and I thought to get someone this little dressed inside before they perished. I had heard enough stories that there would be little chance of her living if she stayed outside, magic or no. The thought unsettled me. Like there was something worse than disrespecting god by leaving this girl outside.” ~ Unknown tundra-dweller

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