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Outpost Dorn, Ciryc'yaim
Garshjakalfr Continent
A light dusting of snow fell as the winter storm began to subside. The sun slowly rose in the skies of Ciryc'yaim, obscured by a cloud or two. The layers of ice that blanketed most of the planet stared back at Inga from the window, a crest of newfallen snow reflecting the orange morning sun. The inside of Outpost Dorn was oddly cozy; the cramped, metal structure contained wooden parts; floors, cabinets, walls. It wasn't meant to be rustic by any means. Trees surrounded the fort and mining for metal for the entire base was too expensive. Timber was what was on hand. Still, the architects didn't even try to make it look pretty. Golden and silver sheets of insulation were laid bare along the walls.
Steam rose from Inga's coffee. She sipped it and brushed a lock of red hair out of her eyes. Her crimson bathrobe, hugging her waist in a warm embrace, draped loosely around her arms. The heating system hummed to life again as a gust shook the base. Inga closed her eyes. She took in the warmth of the base and smiled a little. It'd be a while before she got to enjoy the warmth again. The next few days would entail hunting beasts, gathering food, setting up camp, and generally being cold. One of her favorite pastimes. Of course, she'd be doing one of her favorite things with her favorite people.
@Ral Aran