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[alorn_bear]

SOME people may not like the snow, but then SOME people aren't built for it. Not their fault, Belar guesses. It's just, you know, he's not about to go back to Canada or Mongolia or Alaska or something while Garion's laid up in the infirmary, and he's really not supposed to be on Gara physically, and Nedra threatened him something awful because the

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[joye_of_snackes]

[OOC: It's a Wednesday, and you know my Wednesdays. OTOH, OMGWTFPOLARBEAR, So.]

Nanny doesn't particularly mind the snow, really. It's cold, and it's wet, but cold and wet are things that happen to other people, and there's no special trick to staying warm and dry.

It'll take a long time in the snow before damp soaks through those boots, that's a start. And then there's the big velvet black velvet cape and little gloves her Karen stiched from the rabbit her Darron caught once.

She ambles up pleasantly to the lakeside, carrying in one hand an earthenware flask of something from her own still in Lancre, and takes a sip while she stares out thoughtfully over the lake.

[alorn_bear]

Gloves are a good thing on a day like this (when you don't have fur, anyway). So's booze. Although honestly, you probably don't want to see the booze that'd affect a...

... okay, this is Nanny, she probably would.

Not that Belar knows that. He's poking tentatively at the ice and looking moderately disgusted. Too darn thin to hold up his weight.

[joye_of_snackes]

She'd probably try a sip. Just to see.

Right now, though, she's interested in the bear (not a bear) looking so disgusted at the ice.

"Wotcher," she says cheerfully. Because it's hard not to be cheerful when one has Scumble. "Nasty ice, is it?"

[alorn_bear]

The bear looks up with a snort. It's kinda sad. I could get maybe three steps out on it and it'd just crack in all the wrong places. I don't mind taking a dip, but I hate having to tiptoe, you know?

[wanderlustlover]

Marian, on her way to the stables, is walking near the lake. It's out of the way, but then so is getting used to the idea that Milliways keeps throwing crazy things at her. Something gets her eyes suddenly, and she stopped, shading her eyes against the snow blind of whiteness.

There was something big and white....moving?

[alorn_bear]

The ice isn't nearly thick enough for butt-scooting, he decides. Frankly, he'd probably have to cheat to go skating and feel really comfortable. So not worth it.

With a disgusted snort he pokes the ice one more time with his paw and looks around to see who's looking his way.

[queenofmay]

Marian walked out toward the edge, letting the stable idea drift, as she narrowed her eyes. It looked large and very mobile now. That was strange. It looked like a large animal, which had her thinking suddenly just how unarmed she was in this world. Slowly, she started backing up hoping not to attract attention.

[OOC: *blushes* Fixed. Walking through and up for a little interaction, though I'm off in about thirty to class for an hour and a half]

[alorn_bear]

[OOC: No problem. Happens to everyone.]

The motion's enough to catch his attention; the slope of the shoulders and the character of the motion provokes a sigh. A moment later there's no bear anywhere in sight, just a tall blond man in blue clothing, the sort of stuff one would expect of someone who spent most of his life in the saddle.

(Admittedly, the saddle in Mongolia, but still.)

"Sorry about that, ma'am."