Winter's Crest Snow Day [GP]

[st_ockandbarrel]

The Inn was decorated in, if possible, an even more outlandish style than usual. Garlands of evergreens and bright berries competed with gold angels and cheerful small grinning creatures with pointed ears and shoes. A large fir tree had appeared seemingly from nowhere and was now draped with lights and hung with colored glass balls. At the top perched a figure in white robes with wings.

It was, Percy mused, probably for whatever the local holiday was, but it was also close enough to Winter's Crest decorations for him to feel a bit homesick for Whitestone. After all, it was only a year ago that he'd been able to celebrate Winter's Crest in his home city for the first time in years.

Something was still missing - or rather, many things were missing but one thing that he could solve for. Winter's Crest called for snow, and better snow in abundance. To solve for that last problem, he turned to a gnome of exceptional talent. While he didn't know how Sarenrae's power worked, he did have complete faith in her cleric. And thus, together, they concocted a plan: to turn the weather to a more appropriate clime.

The morning of December 20th dawned as it often did in this place - heavy with clouds that would burn off before noon. The clouds were important. They would make the spell casting easier, and Pike knew that she needed all the help she could get. Weather magic was not her forte. Like all clerics with powers as advanced as hers, she knew the right spell but when you had a druid around, there hadn't been much need for her to use it.

Dressed in a warm coat and a big floppy, knit cap, she sat on the ground with her legs crossed. Holding her holy symbol in both hands, she concentrated on the sky. As the Celestial incantation took root, golden rays of light encircled her and rose into the air. With each heartbeat, she could feel Sarenrae's power drawing warmth from the clouds above and into her body.

It took ten minutes to cast the spell and another twenty minutes for it to take effect. The spell would fade if she didn't maintain concentration all day, but it was a small price to pay.

And that's how, before the sun had completely finished rising, it was snowing on the Madonna Inn.

Comments

Re: River - OTA

[st_makemeastone]

She looked at Kash.

Then at her feet.

Then at Kash.

"I do not know." Strictly speaking she didn't remember.

Re: River - OTA

[st_ingofthehundred]

Kash ran a hand over his face. Looked at River from around it. Shook his head.

"You need shoes or you'll lose your toes to frostbite."

Re: River - OTA

[st_makemeastone]

"My toes are attached," she was far less likely to lose them than she was to lose her shoes. Case in point. She'd lost her shoes already once today.

"And it is not that cold." The ambient temperature was lower but not as cold as one would anticipate during a snow storm. As long as she mostly stayed out of drifts she would be okay.

Maybe. Her toes MIGHT be a little chilly.

Re: River - OTA

[st_ingofthehundred]

"The snow is that cold and temperature is dropping." Kash didn't want to get into a discussion of the finer points of the spell Pike was using. He just wanted her to put on a pair of shoes.

"If I bring you shoes, will you wear them?"

Re: River - OTA

[st_makemeastone]

"Until they become lost." She wasn't sure where the shoes went when they were no longer there.

A shoe party maybe?

Re: River - OTA

[st_ingofthehundred]

"As long as you wear them in the snow," Kash started and realized there was no point to this conversation.

"I'll be right back."

Re: River - OTA

[st_makemeastone]

There wasn't really a point to that statement either but she didn't call him on it, instead she focused her attention back on one of the rose bushes and soon had it swathed carefully in white terry cloth.

Re: River - OTA

[st_ingofthehundred]

It took him about five minutes to find a pair of boots that he thought would fit her but wouldn't be something she'd refuse to wear. Eventually, he found a pair of something called Uggs that were fluffy on the inside.

When he returned, he held them out to her saying, "Here. They're like a blanket for your feet."

Re: River - OTA

[st_makemeastone]

She took the boots and inspected them, slipping one hand inside she discovered that he was in fact telling the truth. They were very soft.

She dried her feet, first one and then the other slipping the boots on.

"I do not want to know what they are made of."

Re: River - OTA

[st_ingofthehundred]

"I didn't look."

Which was true. He hadn't looked because he didn't care as long as they'd keep her feet warm.

"They felt nice."

Re: River - OTA

[st_makemeastone]

"Like bunnies," she agreed. Though she hoped they weren't MADE of bunnies.

That would be upsetting.

"Or sheep."

Re: River - OTA

[st_ingofthehundred]

"It does feel like lambs' wool." And it was a lot more economical to shear them without killing them.

"Do they fit all right?"

Re: River - OTA

[st_makemeastone]

None of her clothes fit. Being as those she had arrived with were hand me downs and those she had acquired were often selected without thought to size.

Though he was not expected to have noticed.

"They will suffice," and actually they fit fairly well.

Re: River - OTA

[st_ingofthehundred]

"Good."

Kash worried about her. He'd worry more if he didn't know the Winchester guy was looking after her.

"Promise me you'll find me if you start feeling too cold or lose feeling in your digits."

Re: River - OTA

[st_makemeastone]

She looked after herself, she wasn't a child. But she didn't protest.

"I will find you if my extremities cease to function."

Re: River - OTA

[st_ingofthehundred]

"Thanks."

Why he was thanking her for telling him if she needed healing was a mystery for another day.

"Toss me a few towels and I'll help with the plants."


[ooc: wrap?]