Cvesanka sighed, as she looked out at the cold, glittering expanse of white that lay before her, vast and lonely and stretching as far as the eye could see. The gate stood in front of her, it's wrought iron cold and hard and unforgiving, and she had felt the piercing cold go straight through the leather fur-lined gloves on her hands as she pushed it open, undeterred by the strange weather discrepencies inside and outside the fence surrounding the land before her. She stepped through the gate, eyes casting from side to side, checking for any sign of attack or danger.
