A Desert of Snow
Feb 14, 2012 13:21:53 GMT -6
Post by Valcrist on Feb 14, 2012 13:21:53 GMT -6
It was cold.
Even with his new outfit clutched tightly around him, his scarf coiled around his neck like a big tangerine python, it was cold. You could set him on fire and he'd still be soooo cold. It felt like it was even colder then the last time he came, which should of been a silly notion considering he was actually dressed appropriately now, but somehow the forces of nature conspired to make it so because it was funny to watch Valcrist shiver. He wrapped his arms around his self in a big ol' hug of self warming while his face felt as though it was being pierced by thousand little blades of bitter cold that bit down to his very bone. His face grew flush as the blood underneath desperately worked it's hardest to keep him some semblance of warm. It was failing miserably, but bless it for trying.
It wasn't long to the next inn, though the sun still shone brightly in the cloudless sky, there were many inns along the way of the main road. A good thing too since night time Ilia made day time Ilia look like a day at the beach. The road was cleared, for the most part, no tripping over snow that went up to the knees, though the sides of the road held no such luxury. Luckily he was traveling along the main road, he would probably go insane if snow got in his boots. Well more snow, the chilling wind always carried unwanted passengers as it whipped against his freezing body.
Of course his acquaintance held no such complaints as him. She was too busy being... however you'd describe it. Not aloof, but not friendly. Kind of distant, but close enough that you couldn't forget about her. Every once in a while she'd drop in on her flying horse and check up on him as he trudged on the earth below, silently cursing and talking to his self as if he was a madman. Which he was, but it you weren't supposed to let people know that until you've got them locked in the basement.
He wasn't the only one on the road, but most of the time he didn't stop to talk and just hurriedly trudged forward. He was moving quickly, quite quickly really, probably because he really wanted to just hit the next inn as soon as possible. It probably would of been faster if he had took up Karina's offer to ride with her, but forget that noise. He was a proud proud man who wasn't going to take charity, his fear of heights had nothing to do with it. Or his fear of women. Also there was a good chance he was just hallucinating her.
Even with his new outfit clutched tightly around him, his scarf coiled around his neck like a big tangerine python, it was cold. You could set him on fire and he'd still be soooo cold. It felt like it was even colder then the last time he came, which should of been a silly notion considering he was actually dressed appropriately now, but somehow the forces of nature conspired to make it so because it was funny to watch Valcrist shiver. He wrapped his arms around his self in a big ol' hug of self warming while his face felt as though it was being pierced by thousand little blades of bitter cold that bit down to his very bone. His face grew flush as the blood underneath desperately worked it's hardest to keep him some semblance of warm. It was failing miserably, but bless it for trying.
It wasn't long to the next inn, though the sun still shone brightly in the cloudless sky, there were many inns along the way of the main road. A good thing too since night time Ilia made day time Ilia look like a day at the beach. The road was cleared, for the most part, no tripping over snow that went up to the knees, though the sides of the road held no such luxury. Luckily he was traveling along the main road, he would probably go insane if snow got in his boots. Well more snow, the chilling wind always carried unwanted passengers as it whipped against his freezing body.
Of course his acquaintance held no such complaints as him. She was too busy being... however you'd describe it. Not aloof, but not friendly. Kind of distant, but close enough that you couldn't forget about her. Every once in a while she'd drop in on her flying horse and check up on him as he trudged on the earth below, silently cursing and talking to his self as if he was a madman. Which he was, but it you weren't supposed to let people know that until you've got them locked in the basement.
He wasn't the only one on the road, but most of the time he didn't stop to talk and just hurriedly trudged forward. He was moving quickly, quite quickly really, probably because he really wanted to just hit the next inn as soon as possible. It probably would of been faster if he had took up Karina's offer to ride with her, but forget that noise. He was a proud proud man who wasn't going to take charity, his fear of heights had nothing to do with it. Or his fear of women. Also there was a good chance he was just hallucinating her.
