[What a strange, lovely, sad thought -- that Alina is from a place so unlike Alia's home that snow is a nuisance, a comfort, a frustration and a familiarity all at once. Alia thinks she'll never get tired of it, of the shock of cold against her palms and the luxurious waste of so much water, melted and slipping between her fingers. She wonders (not for the first time, nor for the last) what she would've been like had she grown in Ravka instead of Arrakis. Would she fit easily into the snow and the fur-lined coats and the bones and the shadow?
Maybe. Maybe.]
I promise! I will wear it all, all at once if that is the custom. I did no such thing. I wore it as a cloak with nothing underneath. Dresses have sleeves. What did you get Paul? For the holiday?
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Maybe. Maybe.]
I promise! I will wear it all, all at once if that is the custom.
I did no such thing. I wore it as a cloak with nothing underneath. Dresses have sleeves.
What did you get Paul? For the holiday?