( let it snow )

[bottecellie]

❄ it's quiet
and the snow's beautiful tonight → a winter open meme

‧ post with whatever character you want
‧ responders roll for weather + scenario and get to threading
‧ ???
‧ profit

snowfall;

stage i; none, streets are already blanketed in white.
stage ii; very light and intermittent.
stage iii; light - moderate. lasts longer periods.
stage iv; continuous, heavy snowfall.
stage v; the hardest of cores - blizzards, snowstorms, you name it.

scenarios;

① fuck the police, this is the best time for a walk. hope you've got a nice thick coat on.

② stranded in the buttcrack of nowheresville? weren't you watching the time? now you've gone and missed that last bus out of there. or maybe you're lost, somehow. what do?

③ literally chilling, in this weather, is quite easy to do. sitting around relaxing in it is a wee more difficult, but sometimes much more enjoyable, especially if shelter can be found. the snow is beautiful to watch, after all.

④ the weather's not going to stop you. your snow fort's packed full of ammo and ready to go. those aren't snow angels over there; they mark where the poor souls you've downed have fallen. be careful with that snowman's head!!

⑤ you're about fifty miles from civilization but there's a roof over your head, so never mind the chilly draught, right? right. you mightn't be the only one lucky enough to stumble upon this little shelter, though. remember to share the blanket.

⑥ everyone stuck outside should be jelly. you've got a fireplace and hot cocoa and damn if it isn't awesome. a heater's not quite so romantic, but it'd do. there'd better be a backup generator in case the power trips.

⑦ mix and match, or make up your own ‧:❉:‧

Comments

[reposeofsouls]

Though Reyson couldn't form a reply in the common tongue in his changed form, he did let out a rasping cry as he made his way into the air. From higher up, he craned his neck, scanning for any signs of habitation nearby. Then he spotted it: a row of lights, faint but unmistakeably there. Surely it had to be firelight.

A gust of wind caught him unprepared, and he struggled to regain control of his descent. Nevertheless, he was blown a ways off course by the time he returned to the ground. "That way," he said, pointing. "I think there's a village or town up ahead."

[aetherial]

Reyson had been airborne for barely a few minutes yet for Ike who patiently awaited his return, it felt like an eternity. The weather worsened in the heron's absence: the air grew colder, more snow showered down and the wind became unforgiving and razor sharp. That he managed to actually see something in this storm was a miracle

That he survived his descent with barely a scratch was another. Ike couldn't breathe, not until Reyson carefully landed and shifted back.

"Good. Let's hurry then," he took a step toward the heron. Just a single step. The hill of snow packed on the earth nearly reached up to his knees. Even with endurance and experience with trekking through rugged terrain, the trip through it would take quite the toll on Ike's body.

Could Reyson even manage it, he wondered. Maybe he'd surprise him. Again.

"Ready?"

[reposeofsouls]

Fortunately, Reyson's usual method of hovering just above the ground meant that he didn't have to deal with trekking through snow. Unfortunately, this was made somewhat difficult by the snowstorm.

"Ready," Reyson said grimly, and began to push himself resolutely through the storm. When this was over, no doubt they'd get a scolding from Ike's mercenaries. "It's not too far. We should be able to make it."

[aetherial]

He could already hear the disappointed lecture he was sure to get from Soren, Mist, and possibly Titania upon their return. It was almost enough to slow his movements, at least.

The wind was biting, like tiny daggers thrown into his face. Despite the bite, he pushed forward then stopped abruptly. Without another word, he unclasped his red cape from his shoulders then held it out for
Reyson to take.