posted Jan 10, 2020 20:47:44 GMT
Once they were free of the avalanche of snow, Lars had practically insisted that Evan take his Altaria, and to keep the coat on. He wasn’t a stranger to the cold, having survived most of his late teenage life out in the wilds of Hoenn, literally living off the land with just his companions and all that.
Now that he was rather more established, well…
He was now faced with a wall of stubbornness. Said wall of stubbornness was named Evan Fader.
Why did he refuse to see reason? That having piercings in other places across his body was a bad idea, especially when exposed to the cold? He knew that anyone who had even so much as earrings, whenever they travelled to colder areas, ended up getting mild cases of frostbite because they had forgotten to take the metal studs out for safekeeping.
And here was a prime example of a complete and utter doofus.
Once they’d managed to get out of the cabin—the very same one that held the Aurorus Winter Ball, they were headed back. Thank the hell he didn’t bring his motorbike, otherwise it would be utter chaos to dig the Indian out of the snow and send it home in pieces for eventual reconstruction (and that sucked).
Knowing that his companion was a rather stubborn individual, he had all but… well, he didn’t want to threaten Evan, but he had eventually made the other take the fluffy cloud bird back to their destination, and that he was fine riding on Ro’s back.
Who, for some reason, was no longer colored blue, but was now a strange, shimmering… silver color.
What the absolute hell?
“Look, I know you’re going to protest, but trust me, it’s better if you stay warm. I don’t even want to think about frostbite. You should be aware of this,” he said while astride the now silver beast’s back as they came in for a landing near the Stray.
takes place not too long after the Aurorus Winter Ball