The moon is a bare sliver of light hanging in the sky, the night air crisp, but not as cool as it has been, not that Giuliana particularly cares. She prefers the waning moon, though temperature bears little weight on her nightly actions unless she plans to encounter mortals. One must dress properly for the temperature to blend in, after all.
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