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 Posted: Sat Dec 28, 2024 3:44 pm
Solo or RP Format
Counts as 5 RP growth Points
Solo word minimum is 750, RP post minimum is 7
As the year comes to an end, an abnormal cold snap has taken over Tendaji. The mountains of Zena are covered in a blizzard, and even the desert of Oba is feeling a bit of an abnormal chill.
[ What do you get up to during the cold? Do you find a place to warm up, or check up on a friend? ]
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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2025 3:16 pm
Trapped in a dream. Nothing was better than being trapped in a dream. Warm and tucked up in his bed, Aelfhun drifted from one to the other, all but dead to the goings on of the world around him. Someone could-and the servants have on many an occasion-enter his room without disturbing him, making almost as much noise as they pleased sorting through his clothes and setting something back into its proper place when his stumbles in the pitch darkness toppled it over and he had little care to put it right himself. Considering how late, and hard, he slept, it was far faster to intrude on his sanctum when he least expected it. Sometimes he'd notice a pair of pants missing from where he'd thrown them over a chair. Always he'd shrug it off, not caring if it was his memory lacking or the staff doing their job around his sleeping body.
So it was no surprise that he barely felt the dropping temperature. Even as someone started sneezing out in the hall as they passed his door on the way from one chore to the next, he barely stirred. It wasn't until his empty stomach started to protest, did he finally move, one large hand slipping out from underneath the covers to rub at his face. Normally up and active for much of the day, mostly just to avoid his father, Aelfhun always had a lot of trouble getting up out of his bed in the morning. Or, afternoon, as it was. Late afternoon. His dreams were so nice. So much nicer than the real world, where things often seemed to go wrong in some way. His dreams always worked out in his favor. Of course, a dream wasn't as good as the real thing.
And than there was his stomach, now starting to growl lightly at him. His father was often busy with work from early in the morning to late in the evening, so the chance of them running into each other was slim. Slim enough he could grab something from the kitchen staff and be on his way without the old man ever knowing he had even been in the house at all.
Resolved to the plan, the same plan he had every day, the young hybrid reached up with both his arms to stretch. And that was when he felt the chill in the air. Or, that was more than a chill. That was enough to send the hairs on his arms standing straight up. Giving a violent shake, Aelfhun pulled his arms back underneath the covers, hunkering more into the warmth, his golden eyes wide in confusion. Why was it so cold? Since when did it get this cold? Had some imaginary underworld frozen over? Were they all doomed?
Maybe if he was some superstitious Yaeli, he'd believe this. Fortunately, he was not. Still, it made no sense. Belrea never got this cold. That was one of its few redeeming qualities.
Aelfhun pulled the blankets closer up over his face, starting to feel like a little child refusing to get up. How long could he stay here before the rumblings of his stomach got to be too much to bare? Not long, judging by the fact they had woken him up. He gave a big sigh, his breath barely moving the fabric. He continued to lay there for another ten minutes, until his stomach grumbled the loudest he'd ever heard it before.
Okay. That settled it. He had to move. Right now.
But as soon as his hand left the comfort of the blanket nest and felt the chill, it darted back to safety. Being half Zenan didn't offer him any protection from the cold. It should, if anyone asked him. What was the point of living up in the cold if your descendants didn't develop a resistance to it?
Another five minutes went by. Aelfhun's frustration soon started to grow along with his hunger until he was softly cursing his cowardice. It was just cold. There was no need to be acting like such a child over it.
Steeling his body, the young hybrid flipped back the covers without any warning to his body, exposing his entire being to the frigid temperature. His hand shook, his conscious fighting his body to pull the blankets back over him. Instead, as quickly as he could, he ran towards his closet for the warmest clothes he owned, which wasn't much. He made it a point never to venture anywhere that was too cold. When he was done, he was wearing four shirts, the thickest he owned. Only one was an actual sweater, the rest were thin with sleeves that stopped above his elbows. It looked ridiculous, but he didn't care. If it got him through his day, that was what mattered. All he needed to do was get something hot from the kitchen and go in search of a thicker sweater. Belrea had everything, surely he could find something. Than maybe he'd pay Skadi a visit. Surely she was also suffering just as much as he was.
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