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avalononline2021-11-17 12:21 pm
hor) wrote in avalononline2021-11-17 12:21 pm
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I am stuck in my inn room by this white plague.
My own jewelry is so cold it burns my skin.
Attempted to build a fire, but the circle box on the ceiling began to screech deafeningly.
Someone give me a proper burial when this is over.
I am stuck in my inn room by this white plague.
My own jewelry is so cold it burns my skin.
Attempted to build a fire, but the circle box on the ceiling began to screech deafeningly.
Someone give me a proper burial when this is over.
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[ As if Walter is somehow the one in charge right now. Horus seems to have decided it's fine to designate him the one caring for them right now, and keeps his hands safe just as he was told to.
Either way, Horus seems to be moving to go ahead and get the party going now that he's tucked into Walter's coat. ]
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[He treads at a brisk pace, thoughts already turning to what he needs to do once they make it to his household. The fire will need to be stoked, certainly. But their extremities concern him. Cups of tea to warm their hands. Tubs of warm water for their feet. What else...?
Blankets. They don't have many extra, but he can spare his own.]