[While chaos is abound with the onset of winter, Shadow Weaver seemed hellbent on ignoring it all. Her starters had come along nicely, all considered, and despite the ice, despite the snow...]
[She was in the sad little garden, gently pushing snow away from the young plants, humming quietly to herself. The gardening may be part of the Shadow Weaver Glimmer had come to know, but the long black fur coat, tall scarf, and bandages wrapping around all that was left of her face surely wasn't. Or the cheap sunglasses over her eyes where her mask usually sat.]
[The plants looked newly planted, too, where the ground should have been frozen solid.]
Wildcarding it up
[She was in the sad little garden, gently pushing snow away from the young plants, humming quietly to herself. The gardening may be part of the Shadow Weaver Glimmer had come to know, but the long black fur coat, tall scarf, and bandages wrapping around all that was left of her face surely wasn't. Or the cheap sunglasses over her eyes where her mask usually sat.]
[The plants looked newly planted, too, where the ground should have been frozen solid.]