sid/mag | park in commoners' | 7:00AM.
"You go running at 6AM?" Mag laughed. "Might wanna stop that, now it's about to get chilly." It already seemed a little chilly to Mag, especially since a couple of weeks ago she'd been in Anjou, the city where summer lasted all year and no one really knew what snow looked like. "They'll find you frozen," a pause for breath, "frozen mid-running."
A few moments went by, the only sound between them that of their boots hitting the path, then Mag spoke again. "I'm good. Just about ready for Bierfest, though."