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As Barth and Calder discussed the sled-situation, Christof stared.

There was... a rainbow dragon. And he had seen a colorful tentacle snag a blanket from just beside him... from UNDERNEATH the dragon. And the rainbow dragon was speaking with Jericho's voice. And so he could only assume that Jericho was laying on top of his Mistress. While in a pumpkin patch. While covered in rainbows.

His brain tried to digest this, make some sense of this. But all he could surmise resulted in him jumping from the sled with a snarl and suddenly flipping the sled over onto its side, spilling blankets and cocoa cups and sloths and kelpies everywhere.

Sammy turned towards Barth proper though her eyes where glazed over in a series of colors, it was like looking at someone and knowing the whiteness to their eyes implied they where blind, yet in this case the film implied she saw nothing but rainbows and blobs of light and color.

Moving away from Amrita she stumbled to the sleigh squinting at the blobs of color, Calder and Barth only being distinguished by voice and height. She reached in grabbing a blue scarf quickly winding it around her head and tying it off in the back with a sigh.

"So I can't see really, at all. But instead of painfully bright colors everything is muted now..." She turned back stumbling. "Amrita? Ami?" She held out a hand, "Give me a hand will ya? I can't be left running about like this or I'm going to trip and break my face..."

Calder laid on the ground, freezing on his stomach from the snow, and finding it rather hard to breath with a mound of blankets, scarves, and cups scattered on top of him. However, he did manage to groan. "This is what happens when Christof forces us to get off. Now I'm sore." He whined, tried to pull himself from under the sled and just giving up. Nope. He was done.

Calder just laid there.

Riley felt the warm tongue brush across her cheek, and tilted away instinctively, snickering to herself. Yes, yes, I'm fine. She muttered, scritching under his muzzle. And you're doing all you can to protect those pumpkins. This is enough.

Sure enough, Jericho protected them from being flattened by an upturned sled, proving her right (as usual). Riley peeked her head up from over one of his large forearms, to see the boils in the snow and the enraged hunchback.

Then she slunk back down behind the forearm and curled up even harder. The pumpkins she had protected were wrapped up in her tentacles, safe and sound. Yes.. this is good enough.

"Where can we go?" She asked Sammy, being the good little seeing eye Vetala and moving alongside her. "I really think we should stay with the group..." She suggested, looking over her shoulder, only to be treated with fire.

"O-ON S-S-SECOND THOUGHT LETS GO!" However, she couldn't move her feet for some reason. Maybe the rainbows froze them.

"Maybe we can hold out in the dorms, somewhere safe still that we can't be attacked I don't honestly know the Infirmary is out of the question, minions of JOY have been hitting it for a while."

Her arm remained wrapped gently over Amrtia's shoulder as they took the first few proper practice steps before heat and fire filled the space nearby. Sammy froze like Amrita but tugged the ghoul gently against her. "It's okay Ami, it was Jericho." It was Jericho right? Jericho would be careful, if something else was making the fire though?

Well Sammy personally lamented her in ability to see and thus be able to run if the later ever came to be the case.

Christof's eyes finally tore away from the flame-contorted image of the colorful dragon and his Mistress entwined, his stomach still twisting as he followed the sound of Calder's voice.

Wait.

Oh.... bloody... hell's bells. You had to be kidding. With another groan, this time annoyance, he scrambled to his feet, brows knit as he stared at the spreading flames on the sled, down to the trapped figures underneath.

He started to move forward, but recoiled as a flame came at him. STUPID DRAGON MAKING A MESS OF THINGS- regardless of the fact that he had been the one to flip the sled to begin with, it was clearly all Jericho's fault. Well... well he'd show HIM! He'd show BOTH of them! He was NOT AFRAID of... of... a stupid.... stupid burning hot tongue of death that destroyed and ate away all Parts and made them unusable and scorched and burned and.... He grabbed a blanket from the snow, quickly throwing it over his head and hunch before rushing forward to put his hunch into it. The sled lifted again, although he was more careful now for various reasons, and carefully tried to wriggle his way under it. Sweat beaded on his forehead but stubborn is as stubborn does, yadda yadda, and he somehow managed to grab the Sloth by the blanketed bundle, dragging him outward.