Rokia
Winter in District Two is not like winter in Six. There it’s wet, slush in the streets and icicles hanging off windowsills and thick wet snow sticking everywhere.
Winter in Two is dry, wind hitting the back of her throat like sandpaper, snow blowing powdery against the window. And cold, so cold it hurts when Rokia steps outside and breathes in.
Lyme goes out in it like it’s nothing, though, heads to see Claudius or Brutus or whoever, comes back in with her face red and her hair windblown but none the worse for it. Rokia stays inside, wraps herself in blankets and tries to move as little as possible.
Lyme laughs and ruffles Rokia’s hair and calls her a grumpy bear, trying to hibernate, and Rokia bares her teeth and burrows back into her warm nest.