Prompt: Chill
Teeth chattering, Lucy stiffly walked up to Evergreen after the parade had finished. "Thank you again for your help this morning with my costume," she said with her best effort at a smile, the clacking of her teeth and the violent shivers wracking her body making the attempt difficult.
Embarrassed by the praise, Evergreen offered her a half-smile of her own. "It was nothing, really; the real question we should be asking is why the Master makes us wear such scanty costumes for the parade just as it starts getting chilly at night."
The comment elicited a great laugh from Lucy, and Evergreen felt something warm inside of her at the sight, warding off her own chill.
