{Third Person}
Amara stirred beneath her covers the next morning, her brows knitting slightly as a faint chill that was enough to pull her out of sleep brushed against her skin.
She opened her eyes slowly and simply lay there, staring at the ceiling as she tried to make sense of the feeling.
Then she shifted slightly, pushing herself up.
The air felt different today. It was dry and cooler.
Amara slipped out of bed and walked toward the window, her bare feet brushing softly against the floor. She reached for the curtain and pulled it aside. A pale light greeted her.
The sky looked thinner somehow, less warm than it had been the past few days.
She stood there for a moment, taking it in. "Winter is coming," she murmured to herself.
Though it wasn't here yet, the signs were unmistakable.
After a few seconds, she let the curtain fall back into place and turned away.
The morning passed steadily.
