The air felt colder than it should have been, Ray'ven pondered as she shuffled closer to the makeshift firepit that was located in the lower deck common area. Even as she leaned in closer to its warmth did her breath still come out in small puffs of white. She shivered, pulling the fur coat she had procured tighter around herself, tucking her knees up against her chest.
The area was empty save for a few men and women that filtered in and out now and then. None of them seemed to be as affected by the cold as her. It was possible they were simply used to it. Being out on the sea in the dead of Frostdrift. It was a resilience that she would need to build.
From the corner of her eye a large and smoky shadow moved, wrapped around what looked like a person hovering in the air. Her head snapped in the direction of the figure, eyes wide at what she was seeing. A violent shiver ran through her as something akin to ice settled into her bones and she gasped.