Somewhere with... snow. | Open
A few days isn't a long time at all, considering, and let alone to allow enough time to travel between different climates on foot. It was only a day or two ago that he was on a nice, picturesque, beach with the most infamous Iris, and now, he finds himself shivering a bit and regretting not having packed a knapsack. Pushing further thoughts aside, his attention turns toward the sky, and to the ground underfoot.
Goodness gracious, was it snowing? It very well appears to be, and to have been doing so for quite some time. A few inches of the white dust on the path, and a good few feet off to the side. Luckily for him, he's kept a wool hat in his pocket, as well as a pair of mittens.
He takes a moment to look around, to see if anyone is around. You see, he has also brought along his adept skill at making snowballs, which he'll just be doing, and aiming for a tree off in the near distance, once they're packed tightly enough.
Goodness gracious, was it snowing? It very well appears to be, and to have been doing so for quite some time. A few inches of the white dust on the path, and a good few feet off to the side. Luckily for him, he's kept a wool hat in his pocket, as well as a pair of mittens.
He takes a moment to look around, to see if anyone is around. You see, he has also brought along his adept skill at making snowballs, which he'll just be doing, and aiming for a tree off in the near distance, once they're packed tightly enough.