[The FATE grind is calling. But the snow truly was starting to pile on quickly now. Holding the reins of her chocobo close, S'uzumyn surveys the area with a frown. The road ahead was suddenly much more difficult to discern with the change in weather. Not to mention... it was really, really cold! For a Miqo'te like her who liked to stretch in the sun, this was just the worst...]
I hope we can reach Camp Dragonhead real soon. [She mumbles to her chocobo. What she wouldn't give to park her butt right in front of that toasty fireplace right now. But before she could get too caught up in dreams of toast, she notices a weird pile of... something just off the road a little. It didn't look dangerous, but... Moving towards it, S'uzumyn can sort of make out the shape of a person.
But if it was a person, they weren't really moving.
Unless.... they were a dead person?!?!?!!?]
Eek...! W-What should I do?! [She has cure spells but do cure spells work on zombies?!?! MAYBE THEY KILL ZOMBIES?]
[ yeah, where is his chocobo, anyway?? Warm in the stable, of course. Sometimes, he's too stubborn to drag out, and D'nalah is too lazy to expend the extra energy to even attempt it. It'd be snowing in Coerthas, sure, but isn't it always? Nothing he couldn't handle. It wasn't that long of a walk to Camp Dragonhead, and Miqo'te are fast - he was sure it'd be fine. Even though he hates the cold. Even though it's actually pretty hard to go fast in the snow. Even though he forgot to eat breakfast this morning...!
It wasn't fine. One nasty tousle with a stray biast later, he's pretty sure he's going to die right here, in this stupid pile of dumb snow, with zero girls, gil, or glory. Weirdly, he feels more annoyed about it than scared - maybe because he's faced death plenty of times already. The novelty's worn off. He just wished it would hurry up; the cold is supremely unpleasant to a desert cat, to put it plainly. Luckily, it seems his wish will be granted soon, seeing as he's starting to hear things...
Wait. He's not hearing things. There's a girl out there.
Immediately, all his cool-guy preparation for death vanishes, and he springs to life. Kind of. He jerks his head up and reaches his arms out towards his new savior. ]
oh shit... so dawkward...
The FATE grind is calling.But the snow truly was starting to pile on quickly now. Holding the reins of her chocobo close, S'uzumyn surveys the area with a frown. The road ahead was suddenly much more difficult to discern with the change in weather. Not to mention... it was really, really cold! For a Miqo'te like her who liked to stretch in the sun, this was just the worst...]I hope we can reach Camp Dragonhead real soon. [She mumbles to her chocobo. What she wouldn't give to park her butt right in front of that toasty fireplace right now. But before she could get too caught up in dreams of toast, she notices a weird pile of... something just off the road a little. It didn't look dangerous, but... Moving towards it, S'uzumyn can sort of make out the shape of a person.
But if it was a person, they weren't really moving.
Unless.... they were a dead person?!?!?!!?]
Eek...! W-What should I do?! [She has cure spells but do cure spells work on zombies?!?! MAYBE THEY KILL ZOMBIES?]
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It wasn't fine. One nasty tousle with a stray biast later, he's pretty sure he's going to die right here, in this stupid pile of dumb snow, with zero girls, gil, or glory. Weirdly, he feels more annoyed about it than scared - maybe because he's faced death plenty of times already. The novelty's worn off. He just wished it would hurry up; the cold is supremely unpleasant to a desert cat, to put it plainly. Luckily, it seems his wish will be granted soon, seeing as he's starting to hear things...
Wait. He's not hearing things. There's a girl out there.
Immediately, all his cool-guy preparation for death vanishes, and he springs to life. Kind of. He jerks his head up and reaches his arms out towards his new savior. ]
-- h-hey! You! Lady!