After trekking for days on end in a seemingly barren frozen wasteland, you spot a tiny flickering light in the distance. At first, you brush it off as just a figment of your imagination - but yet it lingers. Curiosity piqued, you journey towards the tiny flame of hope.
The time it takes to cover the distance to the light seems almost trivial, in comparison to the seeming aeon it had been since you first set foot in the frigid plains. All too suddenly, you stand in the gaping azure maw of a cave, with colossal icicles looming over you like the teeth and fangs of some tremendous beast. The imposing sight nearly makes you turn back, but any dread that you feel is quashed by the need to escape the biting winds.
And so you cautiously make your way towards the glimmering light...
...You're asking if I'm cold? Me? Cold? ...Surely you jest.
...Oh. You're serious. Well, let's just say I'm not as sensitive to the cold as most of you...human...erm, people. Most of you people. Folk. ...Things.
Wait, wait, don't leave! I don't bite, generally. Stay for a while, at least until the storm dies down.
..-sigh- Yes, of course I know there's a storm outside; I can hear it. Now, sit, and I'll see if I can find some blankets or something.
When i go out on a trip somewhere cold i always pack a thermos of milk chai extra strong. In the past we always used to cut our Christmas tree ourselves but nowadays we just buy it.
Trisphee
Posted 12-18-201504:22 AM 🖉
