Post by Aiden Wright on Jan 28, 2009 10:54:23 GMT -5
It has snowed since early last night, and it has yet to show any signs of stopping. There's a foot of snow on the ground, maybe a little more. So without the right shoes, one would find it hard to get around. Luckily, Aiden had slipped on his boots right before he left, and their prints trail behind him from the school doors to where he stands now. Marking his route as he trudges on toward the frozen lake that sits on Stonebrook's grounds. It's a Saturday, so there are no classes to worry about, and Aiden has decided to take a little trip outside, snow or no snow. It's basically the first time he's been out since winter came. He really isn't used to cold weather, and doesn't think he likes it much. But his longing to explore the landscape he has gazed out at through his window has overpowered his hesitation. But that isn't to say he's not wary. Aiden is rediculously bundled up right now. A thick winter coat, a pair of pudgy mittens, and a hat that has been pulled down so that it almost threatens his view are what he wears. It's actually kind of hard to move in all of this stuff, but Aiden is willing to do anything to keep warm.
He misses the Australian sun now. He remembers complaning about the scorching outback temperatures to anyone who would listen every summer. How ironic that he wishes it were that hot now. A wave of homesickness passes over him, and he squints and looks toward the sun. It is the only thing that is really the same here, though its light seems glazed as if by frost. The other things here, like the mountains, are so foreign. Aiden remembers when he first came here, being baffled by them. Before that, he had never seen mountains before. In the particular place he lived in Australia, there weren't any. There were rocky plateaus and canyons, but none of these huge, pointed, snowcapped things. He thinks, maybe he'll try to climb one of them one day, if he can gather the courage to penetrate those frigid temperatures.
Annelies is also obviously feeling the cold, although she is taking comfort in her human's warmth from the layers of winter wear he has on. She has tried flying, flapping her wings unusually fast to battle the frost that might settle on them. But she just isn't built for these conditions. Her wings are bare and leathery, and the fur she has on her body isn't thick enough to combat temperatures much lower than what you would get in the outback, even in the winter dry season. Annelies got fed up pretty quickly, and now she has burrowed herself under Aiden's coat, clinging to him. The lumped shape of his flying fox daemon under his jacket makes him look comically lopsided.
"How long do we have to stay out here?" Annelies asks, her voice on the verge of a whine. "We could explore the castle. I'm sure we haven't seen it all yet. And it's warm in there!"
Aiden smiles at her, though he can only see her glittering eyes peering out from his coat. "C'mon, Annie. You're not givin' up now, are ya?"
Annelies tries to shuffle her wings, but she has them wrapped so awkwardly that she can't really move them much unless Aiden unzips his coat a little. "I just think we'd do better inside. Ain't much to look at out here."
"That's 'cause we've only been out for a good three minutes, haven't we? Lemme look around a bit." Aiden insists. He smiles reassuringly and goes on. They've almost reached the lakeside, and he'd like to take a closer look. He wonders if you'd be able to skate on it. It's another thing he makes a note to try during his time here.
He misses the Australian sun now. He remembers complaning about the scorching outback temperatures to anyone who would listen every summer. How ironic that he wishes it were that hot now. A wave of homesickness passes over him, and he squints and looks toward the sun. It is the only thing that is really the same here, though its light seems glazed as if by frost. The other things here, like the mountains, are so foreign. Aiden remembers when he first came here, being baffled by them. Before that, he had never seen mountains before. In the particular place he lived in Australia, there weren't any. There were rocky plateaus and canyons, but none of these huge, pointed, snowcapped things. He thinks, maybe he'll try to climb one of them one day, if he can gather the courage to penetrate those frigid temperatures.
Annelies is also obviously feeling the cold, although she is taking comfort in her human's warmth from the layers of winter wear he has on. She has tried flying, flapping her wings unusually fast to battle the frost that might settle on them. But she just isn't built for these conditions. Her wings are bare and leathery, and the fur she has on her body isn't thick enough to combat temperatures much lower than what you would get in the outback, even in the winter dry season. Annelies got fed up pretty quickly, and now she has burrowed herself under Aiden's coat, clinging to him. The lumped shape of his flying fox daemon under his jacket makes him look comically lopsided.
"How long do we have to stay out here?" Annelies asks, her voice on the verge of a whine. "We could explore the castle. I'm sure we haven't seen it all yet. And it's warm in there!"
Aiden smiles at her, though he can only see her glittering eyes peering out from his coat. "C'mon, Annie. You're not givin' up now, are ya?"
Annelies tries to shuffle her wings, but she has them wrapped so awkwardly that she can't really move them much unless Aiden unzips his coat a little. "I just think we'd do better inside. Ain't much to look at out here."
"That's 'cause we've only been out for a good three minutes, haven't we? Lemme look around a bit." Aiden insists. He smiles reassuringly and goes on. They've almost reached the lakeside, and he'd like to take a closer look. He wonders if you'd be able to skate on it. It's another thing he makes a note to try during his time here.
