"Aye, got it in one," the shivering Ancient confirmed, trying and failing to inject a little of her more usual confidently jaunty mien into the answer. It was hard to be her casually predatory self when her limbs were creaking and threatening to turn to stone on her, though.
Her brain was also muddled by the cold, and she blinked at the reminder of the new barrier that had supposedly gone up. She was sure she'd heard something about it... "Ah. They're copying what we did in Torchline, hmmm? Well." She managed to find a smirk beneath her scarf. "Sincerest form o' flattery and all that." The offer to 'whisk' her home did wonders to sharpen her focus, however, and golden eyes fixed on Seren with renewed interest. "Oooh? I'll let y'know. Especially if I can get a ride back once we've caught our quarry," she agreed. Anything to get back to the warmth of Torchline sooner! Nothing against skyships, but the air that high up in Deepfrost was not conducive to a happy Ancient.
She tried to prowl in the direction Seren indicated, initially taking the lead--
But her boots were damnably annoying and she did more clomping through rather than gliding over the snow. "I'd shift if the damned coat would still fit," she growled into her scarf. "And wouldn't burn through... Wait, what's this?" She crouched beside the small splatter of violet scat, knees and hips popping distressingly. Using a stick to stir the contents of the viscous, still-steaming waste she considered it for a moment and then cast around for tracks. Ah... "It's not far," she purred, mood shifting upwards with mercurial swiftness as she pushed herself back to her feet. "One of the spiders." The faintest of indentations in the fresh snow led a short distance away where a suspicious rustling and disturbing tiny crunching noises were hidden behind a large evergreen bush.
Her brain was also muddled by the cold, and she blinked at the reminder of the new barrier that had supposedly gone up. She was sure she'd heard something about it... "Ah. They're copying what we did in Torchline, hmmm? Well." She managed to find a smirk beneath her scarf. "Sincerest form o' flattery and all that." The offer to 'whisk' her home did wonders to sharpen her focus, however, and golden eyes fixed on Seren with renewed interest. "Oooh? I'll let y'know. Especially if I can get a ride back once we've caught our quarry," she agreed. Anything to get back to the warmth of Torchline sooner! Nothing against skyships, but the air that high up in Deepfrost was not conducive to a happy Ancient.
She tried to prowl in the direction Seren indicated, initially taking the lead--
But her boots were damnably annoying and she did more clomping through rather than gliding over the snow. "I'd shift if the damned coat would still fit," she growled into her scarf. "And wouldn't burn through... Wait, what's this?" She crouched beside the small splatter of violet scat, knees and hips popping distressingly. Using a stick to stir the contents of the viscous, still-steaming waste she considered it for a moment and then cast around for tracks. Ah... "It's not far," she purred, mood shifting upwards with mercurial swiftness as she pushed herself back to her feet. "One of the spiders." The faintest of indentations in the fresh snow led a short distance away where a suspicious rustling and disturbing tiny crunching noises were hidden behind a large evergreen bush.
