[ Lana is used to cold winters. She's from New York, she sees snow every year (for like twenty minutes, after which she sees slush and salt and black ice). Anyway, point is, even though she's used to cold winters, she's not used to getting fucking hypothermia. So she's out in her usual winter getup, aka leggings-upon-leggings, knock off uggs, a puffy winter coat, hat, scarf, and gloves-- all in a mishmash of at least three different patterns and five different colors. Who the fuck has time to care about matching when there are more important things to worry about, like staying warm?
Wei Wuxian may hear the faint 'POP'ping sounds of tiny explosions getting nearer and nearer as Lana trudges through the snow, trying to use her powers to at least keep her hands warm. She quits it when she gets closer to the cabins, though, seeing a guy wrapped in a blanket sitting on the front steps. ]
I'm all about that broth, 'bout that broth, no chicken
Wei Wuxian may hear the faint 'POP'ping sounds of tiny explosions getting nearer and nearer as Lana trudges through the snow, trying to use her powers to at least keep her hands warm. She quits it when she gets closer to the cabins, though, seeing a guy wrapped in a blanket sitting on the front steps. ]
Hey. Is this where Gilia's living still?