It was cold.
Lines of white drew their way across the tight-fitted vest of black that Tenko hugged a minute amount tighter to her frame. She refused to shiver and it took only her force of will - as well as her teeth dragging across the chapped bottom of her lip - to force that stubbornness into being recognized as reality. Low, soft breaths panted through her nose and fogged the air before her, pace of her feet slowing to what could almost be deemed a crawl. A stray hand detached itself from the inviting warmth of her jacket sleeve and lifted to her cap, moving to pull it down snugly and shield the rim of her ears; this time she couldn't help the slightest rattle of her teeth, locking her jaw with a cold glare towards no creature but herself.
Her arm returned dotted with flecks of snow that had begun its gentle descent just a short while ago, trapping the young shinobi-in-training in an environment she wasn't quite suited for. She shook off the weather and huddled into her frame once more, coming to a full stop with a shuffle and sway of her feet. Shuriken cuts? Kunai nicks? The occasional headache after Genjutsu? These she could handle. Third degree burns? Injecting herself with weak toxins? Three day self-imposed survival missions? A routine regime!
This, however, was her undoing. The snowflakes that billowed around her short, lithe form quickly became the hardest opponent she had faced ye - snff. Snnnffff --
Achoo!
She quickly shook this abrupt interrupt off with a literal flail of her head and a wipe of her sleeve across her nose - bweh. The climate in Kumo was gloomy and even downright frigid at times, sure, but those storm clouds above rarely acted upon their desires to pelt the poor denizens of the Cloud Village with any such precipitation. An aspiring battle-hardened maiden or not, Tenko hadn't had the chance to adjust or build up an immunity towards changes in the weather. The effects were quick, and ... bothersome.
Another wipe of her nose with an inward grumble and she urged her feet onward once again, ignoring the cold biting away at her exposed toes. The weather had befuddled her so much she had wandered indirectly into Kumogakure's own Entertainment District; only to make matters worse, as the girl had also rarely perused this side of town. She wasn't only cold and uncomfortable, she was lost.
Well, it wasn't the first time and it wouldn't be the last. The key difference here being, of course, that she wasn't surrounded by creatures to hunt for meat or caverns in the mountain rock to hole away in. Just ... loud people and loud ... establishments.
Instinct kicked in and she quickly ducked into the first opening she happened across, just to get out of the snow and into whatever light poured from the doorway.
[MFT 12/17 - 12/24]
Lines of white drew their way across the tight-fitted vest of black that Tenko hugged a minute amount tighter to her frame. She refused to shiver and it took only her force of will - as well as her teeth dragging across the chapped bottom of her lip - to force that stubbornness into being recognized as reality. Low, soft breaths panted through her nose and fogged the air before her, pace of her feet slowing to what could almost be deemed a crawl. A stray hand detached itself from the inviting warmth of her jacket sleeve and lifted to her cap, moving to pull it down snugly and shield the rim of her ears; this time she couldn't help the slightest rattle of her teeth, locking her jaw with a cold glare towards no creature but herself.
Her arm returned dotted with flecks of snow that had begun its gentle descent just a short while ago, trapping the young shinobi-in-training in an environment she wasn't quite suited for. She shook off the weather and huddled into her frame once more, coming to a full stop with a shuffle and sway of her feet. Shuriken cuts? Kunai nicks? The occasional headache after Genjutsu? These she could handle. Third degree burns? Injecting herself with weak toxins? Three day self-imposed survival missions? A routine regime!
This, however, was her undoing. The snowflakes that billowed around her short, lithe form quickly became the hardest opponent she had faced ye - snff. Snnnffff --
Achoo!
She quickly shook this abrupt interrupt off with a literal flail of her head and a wipe of her sleeve across her nose - bweh. The climate in Kumo was gloomy and even downright frigid at times, sure, but those storm clouds above rarely acted upon their desires to pelt the poor denizens of the Cloud Village with any such precipitation. An aspiring battle-hardened maiden or not, Tenko hadn't had the chance to adjust or build up an immunity towards changes in the weather. The effects were quick, and ... bothersome.
Another wipe of her nose with an inward grumble and she urged her feet onward once again, ignoring the cold biting away at her exposed toes. The weather had befuddled her so much she had wandered indirectly into Kumogakure's own Entertainment District; only to make matters worse, as the girl had also rarely perused this side of town. She wasn't only cold and uncomfortable, she was lost.
Well, it wasn't the first time and it wouldn't be the last. The key difference here being, of course, that she wasn't surrounded by creatures to hunt for meat or caverns in the mountain rock to hole away in. Just ... loud people and loud ... establishments.
Instinct kicked in and she quickly ducked into the first opening she happened across, just to get out of the snow and into whatever light poured from the doorway.
[MFT 12/17 - 12/24]