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[beleaving]

Scenario 1

[Look it's pre-heavensward and you are the WOL and you are totally hanging out at the Falling Snows and your boy Haurchefant is SO EXCITED he's left you for a minute to relax and is returning with HOT COCOA because YOU NEED TO WARM UP. After all, you're always met with a warm hearth and warmer welcome at Camp Dragonhead.]

Scenario 2

[What the fuck there's a dragon trying to eat your face and suddenly this long-necked giraffe guy in armor is leaping to your defense to fight the thing off. What a meeting.]

Comments

[littlemhigan]

[She takes the mug in both hands and savours it's warmth a moment before answering.]

Short of commanding the weather to behave itself, I'm afraid there's little else to be done, my friend. I suppose I shall have to adjust someday. Ahhh, but this is an immeasurable help.

[beleaving]

You're welcome to stay by the fire as long as it pleases you. Your company is always much desired! If I could chase away the storm as well, I would gladly.

Pray tell me, how have you been faring? I hope no dire errand brings you back here.

[A social visit is much preferable, and he hopes is more the purpose of this appearance than any stray mad gods or fiends that require slaying.]

I'M SORRYYYYYYYY

[littlemhigan]

Quite the opposite, as a matter of fact! [Castor's toes curl and flex under the blanket as she nurses the hot drink.] It is the desire to escape from all but such errands that sees me at your hearth once again.

Perhaps it sounds a little irresponsible of me to say, but I've felt like an overworked errand girl of late - visiting and escorting and fetching and being oogled at all the while. [Under the blanket she shrugs and sighs happily.] Here, I am almost refreshingly anonymous to all but a very few of you. That you are among my dearest friends makes it all the better!