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If she’d spent years in the desert, Imogen figures snow would excite her, too.
Laudna flops belly-first into a drift, sending a puff of powder into the air. When she pops up, her alabaster cheeks have taken on a mottled tint, and she wrinkles her nose.
“It’s so cold!”
Laudna’s next words are muffled by a faceful of frost. Imogen watches comfortably from the porch until Laudna, delightedly trembling and soaked to the bone, decides she’s had enough.
Imogen smiles fondly and heads inside. “C’mon, let’s get you warmed up.”
Laudna, looking adorably like a wet rag, follows after her.