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timeandtides_backup2009-09-23 07:47 am
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It's Cold in Here [Closed Thread]
Characters: Luneth, Refia, Rydia
Progress: Completed
Summary: Refia arrives in one of the worst places and finds someone unexpected.
Location: Ice Cavern
Date: May 1803
Warnings: We'll have to seeLuneth's getting yelled at at least once.
Refia shivered as she pulled her robes tighter around herself; the cold, and a furry paw poking her shoulder, had woken her not long before, and now she sat huddled around a small campfire in a ring of moogles, having food pushed at her that she only poked a fork at and didn't eat. The last thing she remembered was the forge - and she'd not been wearing the robes of a white mage there, that would have just been asking for trouble of the "fire is very hot" variety. The moogles had - sort of - explained everything, but there was still a lot she didn't understand, and she couldn't quite believe this was real.
That disbelief had led her to not turn on her communicator, though she occasionally wondered what it would be like to take the thing apart, thinking she might be dreaming. She was fairly certain she would never dream it this cold, but dreams never made sense, did they? Or, maybe sometimes they did and this time it sort of did and sort of didn't. She couldn't make up her mind.
Progress: Completed
Summary: Refia arrives in one of the worst places and finds someone unexpected.
Location: Ice Cavern
Date: May 1803
Warnings: We'll have to see
Refia shivered as she pulled her robes tighter around herself; the cold, and a furry paw poking her shoulder, had woken her not long before, and now she sat huddled around a small campfire in a ring of moogles, having food pushed at her that she only poked a fork at and didn't eat. The last thing she remembered was the forge - and she'd not been wearing the robes of a white mage there, that would have just been asking for trouble of the "fire is very hot" variety. The moogles had - sort of - explained everything, but there was still a lot she didn't understand, and she couldn't quite believe this was real.
That disbelief had led her to not turn on her communicator, though she occasionally wondered what it would be like to take the thing apart, thinking she might be dreaming. She was fairly certain she would never dream it this cold, but dreams never made sense, did they? Or, maybe sometimes they did and this time it sort of did and sort of didn't. She couldn't make up her mind.