[h2][colour=#C21E56] Evelyn Marrion [/colour][/h2]
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[colour=#C21E56] Location [/colour] Streets of Dawnhaven to Seluna Temple
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Snow crunched beneath Evelyn's boots as she wound her way through the bustling marketplace of Dawnhaven. She huddled deeper into her thick cloak, wishing it could ward off the sharp bite of the frigid air. [colour=#C21E56]"Gods, this weather,"[/colour] she grumbled, her voice barely audible through chattering teeth. A puff of warm breath escaped her lips, dissipating into the chill, but she forged ahead; the sooner she reached the temple of Seluna, the sooner she could escape the icy grip of this chill. However, her focus waned momentarily, and one foot slipped on a patch of uneven snow. Almost falling on her rear.

With a deep inhalation, she managed to regain her footing, averting a potentially embarrassing plunge into the snowdrifts. Steadying herself, she straightened with a sigh of relief.  
"Thank the gods," a voice called out, breaking her momentary lapse. It was a merchant, perhaps in his late forties or early fifties, with weathered hands and a face marked by the years of hunting small game. She recognized him from their previous encounters; she had crafted dresses for his wife during her mid-pregnancy months. Their son had attempted to charm her on more than one occasion when running errands for his mother, though she often puzzled over whether his motives were genuine.

A faint smile tugged at the corners of Evelyn's mouth. [colour=#C21E56]"Indeed, the last thing I want is to feast upon the snow,"[/colour] she replied with a light chuckle, and the merchant's laughter mingled with hers in the crisp air. She raised a hand in farewell, and he returned the gesture with a nod.

As she meandered through the stalls, her curiosity piqued by the vibrant wares on display, she made a mental note to revisit a few intriguing items later, after her customary visit to the temple of Seluna.

Crossing the threshold into the temple, Evelyn felt a wave of warmth envelop her, prompting her to push back her snow-covered hood, allowing her fiery red hair to cascade over her shoulders. She gave her body a gentle shake, shaking off the chill, and her eyes swept across the grand main chamber of the temple. [colour=#C21E56]"So busy,"[/colour] she whispered, the words barely escaping her lips. 

Familiar faces flitted by, those she often spotted from the windows of her home and workplace. A smile hovered on her lips, ready to blossom in greeting in case. She stepped further into the welcoming haven of warmth and reverence as she had done since being part of this town. 

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