The wildling awaits their inevitable death. Hopelessly they tuck their head into their knees before the Heartree. Its so cold, to feel warm one last time.
*Gasp!"
You awake in a sweat. Was it all a dream? You wipe some sweat from your forhead when - wait. Your hand is smaller than you remember and bronze?
You look down and don't understand what you see. Where are your furs? What is this silky bedsheet?
You scramble out of bed almost tripping over your own unfamiliar weight. Everything looks wrong, is this place made of stone? There's no fire burning why is it so warm.
You stumble around aimlessly until you notice some reflective object and - who is that in the reflection? She's beuituful...
Wearing nothing but undergarments you see her. Golden brown skin, curly black hair, shapley. You stumble back and she does the same?
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