<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff"><b>I</b>t was cold outside, had been for awhile, and Nevaeh's skin was beginning to numb. She had lost track of the hours that had passed since she'd left her last place of residence. Her thin, pale, shaking fingers pulled the black cloak tighter around her frame as her booted feet made a path through the snow. Her auburn curls were frosted over, but still fell beautifully around her face and shoulders as she trudged forth.<br/>
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'There has to be a lodge of some sort around' she thought. A hill was coming up in front of her and Nevaeh's emerald eyes looked at it, filled with dismay. She wasn't sure she had the energy to keep going, much less the drive, but if she were to collapse out here, she was done for. So, with a sigh, the woman began making her way up the hill.<br/>
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As she came to the peak, her eyes lighted with relief; a mansion! Just in time too! She began a very slow jog forward, as her muscles were aching painfully, but she was eager to reach the establisment in hopes of being able to rest.</span>