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The first snowstorm of the winter blew up out of nowhere, and Alanna heard that the other lady knight was riding in the Royal Forest.
“Overgrown idiot,” she muttered, donning the fleece-lined trousers and jacket Kel's Lalasa had made for her (and yes, no matter the particulars of their relationship, it was clear enough that Lalasa saw herself as belonging to Kel, in some fashion).
Alanna later admitted there was no real reason for her to go after Kel. But at the time, wrapping herself in every piece of warm clothing she owned, saddling her horse, and riding out in search of Kel seemed like the only possible course of action.