i feel smal, but so are stars from a distance
"Gods, can you imagine if this is warm for them?" You ask, offering your travelling partner a crooked smile before puffing out a burst of air which immediately freezes and drifts away; emphasizing your point that this is not warm.
Tilting your head back to laugh at this (before immediately regretting it as cold air floors down your neck), you turn two rosy-cheeks towards Sera and grin. "I wonder if that actually happens, or if the ursurs get them first. Or cannibals? Ugh. And all of this just to try and find some mage glass." This you say with a cheery amount of snark. Halo was the perfect place for abandoned who wanted to make themselves more powerful, and ascended who couldn't feel the cold. In short, all the sorts of people you dislike.
"Not me. I just do the body-bits." You remind her with a wink. "You'd be off to see Falke, staring at ink stains, talking about your childhood, doing breathing exercises." You don't mean to malign your colleague—Falke is the best of the best—but out here, bitching almost feels as though it'll keep you warm.
Tilting your head back to laugh at this (before immediately regretting it as cold air floors down your neck), you turn two rosy-cheeks towards Sera and grin. "I wonder if that actually happens, or if the ursurs get them first. Or cannibals? Ugh. And all of this just to try and find some mage glass." This you say with a cheery amount of snark. Halo was the perfect place for abandoned who wanted to make themselves more powerful, and ascended who couldn't feel the cold. In short, all the sorts of people you dislike.
"Not me. I just do the body-bits." You remind her with a wink. "You'd be off to see Falke, staring at ink stains, talking about your childhood, doing breathing exercises." You don't mean to malign your colleague—Falke is the best of the best—but out here, bitching almost feels as though it'll keep you warm.
