I fucking hate the cold he thought as he deliberated on which limbs were achy as opposed to achy and cold.
This land was dry and the snow was a foofy powder. He twirled his parasol, shirking the heaps of chilly white dust. Cold, cold, cold. And rocky, and miserable, and cold. His feet, in particular his toes were just... the worst. They burned and he knew under his socks they were purple. His robes seemed tattered and his appearance was hobo-esque, but he soldiered on. At least it wasn't the desert. He never could find a fondness for heat. But this freezing stuff was a close 2nd for unpleasantness. Oh well.
"Gods what I would do for a hot tottie right now."
He stubbed his toe, cried out, and continued.
[Entering Country]
This land was dry and the snow was a foofy powder. He twirled his parasol, shirking the heaps of chilly white dust. Cold, cold, cold. And rocky, and miserable, and cold. His feet, in particular his toes were just... the worst. They burned and he knew under his socks they were purple. His robes seemed tattered and his appearance was hobo-esque, but he soldiered on. At least it wasn't the desert. He never could find a fondness for heat. But this freezing stuff was a close 2nd for unpleasantness. Oh well.
"Gods what I would do for a hot tottie right now."
He stubbed his toe, cried out, and continued.
[Entering Country]