[ Another unspecified unit of time, another snowstorm. Thankfully, Mt. Silver is near enough to her that she can duck one of the caverns. She's knelt down and brushing the cold dust of snow out of Felix's fur and feathers when she hears the crunch of footsteps against the ground.
Another victim of the storm? It seems like it, from the fine white coating on what looks like it's meant to be a brown suit, the hunched shoulders of the man who slips into the cave, silent except his footsteps. She's not seen this particular guy around the place before... is he new?
Felix chirps a greeting, and Rinoa straightens up again, offering the temporary shelter's newcomer a smile. ]
Hi. Caught in the storm?
[ It's more of a rhetorical question than anything, of course, what with the frost perfectly visible on his suit... ]
hot and cold!
Another victim of the storm? It seems like it, from the fine white coating on what looks like it's meant to be a brown suit, the hunched shoulders of the man who slips into the cave, silent except his footsteps. She's not seen this particular guy around the place before... is he new?
Felix chirps a greeting, and Rinoa straightens up again, offering the temporary shelter's newcomer a smile. ]
Hi. Caught in the storm?
[ It's more of a rhetorical question than anything, of course, what with the frost perfectly visible on his suit... ]