Arrival of winter

[thecanopycrew]

20th: As temperatures plummet, an inch of snowfall accumulates on the ground around the Tree. It is hardy a hindrance to most of the forest’s inhabitants, but the Adventurers will find the drifts come above their knees.

In addition, the water outside the Tree has frozen. The stream winding its way through the mist is now covered with thick ice. It may not stand up to human feet. But for little fairy feet, it’s a steady (if slippery) walking surface.

21st: A familiar little girl passed by earlier. Abigail has left behind tiny doll ice-skates for the faeries! They’re a bit too big but can be remodeled.

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21st, open

[scionoflegend]

"Lo, such strange and wondrous footwear mine eyes had ne'er beheld until this moment!"

They were skates. Perfectly ordinary ones, size notwithstanding. Even if it was true that he'd never come across any before--they were more of a Feroxi thing--Owain knew what skates were. But 'oh look the girl left us some skates' just didn't have the same epic ring to it.

He fluttered over to where they lay and picked one up, examining it enthusiastically. "Such ingenious use of sharpened steel... and indeed, why limit such a mighty tool to the hands? Why should feet not also bear steel? YES! I shall don these foot-blades, and I shall henceforth be known as Owain of the Many-Bladed Extremities! And you I now dub Iceslicer One!"

Yes, he was addressing a skate. And holding it aloft dramatically as he did so. He then pointed at its mate, still resting on the ground.

"And you're Swiftspeed!"

With the skates officially named, he wasted no time in putting them on, sitting on a pebble at the edge of the frozen stream to lace them up, tossing his boots carelessly over his shoulder to land where they would. The skates were a little big, but surely it wouldn't matter much.

How hard could skating really be, after all?

Re: 21st, open

[donotmail]

If Arj had his way, he wouldn't be doing anything except hudding indoors under the fur lined cloak that Fuu gave him. It's helpful, but all he can think of is how much more of winter is left to go.

And so things would go, if it wasn't for that... noise outside.

Arj stuffs his head under the pillow and tried to drown it out. It's that human, the loud one. Typical.

At last he can take it no longer and creeps out onto the balcony, looking down below onto the frozen river. And there he sees...

He tilts his head. "What are you doing?"