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Anastasia tried not to shiver as another cold gust of wind blew through the campsite. The mountain pass was far more frigid than any of the party had anticipated. Several of her companions had gathered around Karlach, who was easily the warmest of the bunch. Anastasia was attempting to make a fire, but the wind seemed to have other plans.
Just as she had admitted defeat, a mug was thrust into her hands and it was so very warm. Steam curled from the tea within it, giving off an aroma of spice and citrus. She looked up to see Gale smiling proudly at her and holding a mug of his own.
“How did you heat this?” she asked, eyes wide with wonder.
“Oh, I have my ways,” the wizard smirked, taking a seat beside her. “Observe.” With a word and a practiced gesture, he conjured a glowing orb that radiated just the right amount of warmth.
They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, sipping their tea, stealing the occasional glance at one another. Finally, Anastasia spoke.
“Your spell feels like sitting beside a hearth,” she murmured, leaning closer to Gale.
“Your company feels the same,” he responded, knowing it would tint her cheeks pink in a most endearing way, but it was also the truth.