LUCI
The glare he gave her was like green glass as she laughed, though his bruised pride and fickle moods would have to wait until he wasn't so horrifically helpless in this snowy hellscape. The glare faded to something like a troubled frown as he listened to her explanation, and he shook his head, uncomprehending. No way out? Impossible. "How, then... do people get here? You're telling me they simply fall from the sky at random?" How biblical.
His feet began moving without his permission at the suggestion they go elsewhere, as if the hunger that gnawed within him and the instinctive hatred of the cold both knew that shelter was a likely solution to both. Not that he knew what he was hungry for. Only when he began to trek through the snow ahead of her did he pause in realisation, glancing back and gesturing. "Lead on," he invited.
His feet began moving without his permission at the suggestion they go elsewhere, as if the hunger that gnawed within him and the instinctive hatred of the cold both knew that shelter was a likely solution to both. Not that he knew what he was hungry for. Only when he began to trek through the snow ahead of her did he pause in realisation, glancing back and gesturing. "Lead on," he invited.
