Vimmi Spannershield slid her helmet onto her head, the fabric doing little to comfort her, as the cold still crept past the near-tattered cloth. It relaxed her however, the howls of the wind and less than humane cries of sick and twisted animals were blocked out, leaving just her own thoughts to hear and consider.
At this moment it was all she needed, her own thoughts, and some time to sort them out.
<<(( Now... We can let this fall to the bottom. I was under the impression that these forums were merely a test of the new system....
... What? Don't look at me! ))