LUCI
Unlike his companion, Lucas had no cloak to draw about him, but he did hunch his shoulders against the blistering winds, however little he could feel on his skin. His hands found his pockets and he tried to tuck his chin down below the collar of his coat, glaring at the snow as they trekked forward. "And did all of those people have the misfortune of landing outside in the middle of the night in a blizzard?" he wondered. If they did then perhaps he wasn't so frightfully unlucky as he thought. But he doubted it.
Her camp was a welcome sight, modest as it might be, and the gods knew Lucas had slept in worse places in his long, long life. Ducking inside at her offer, he didn't feel the warmth of the fire but there was something cozy in the interior that had him relaxing nonetheless. The fire was something he was well-acquainted with (little did he know that in this new existence it would become a mortal enemy).
"Pardon?" he asked. "How long since I... fed?" An odd turn of phrase, but whatever. "Too long. I am ravenous."
Her camp was a welcome sight, modest as it might be, and the gods knew Lucas had slept in worse places in his long, long life. Ducking inside at her offer, he didn't feel the warmth of the fire but there was something cozy in the interior that had him relaxing nonetheless. The fire was something he was well-acquainted with (little did he know that in this new existence it would become a mortal enemy).
"Pardon?" he asked. "How long since I... fed?" An odd turn of phrase, but whatever. "Too long. I am ravenous."
