Re: Brrrr!
The melted snow clears the path, however Fenube isn't totally sure the mud isn't worse, and not just because it might stain the Gnome's fine kid leather boots.
Despite these concerns, the sinking of the wheels into the mud has minimal impact. In fact,Fenube decided, the day seemed well enough spent traveling the distance they have.
The sight of a cavern or other cover to camp in was sorely missed however.
"The temperature will drop after dark, we need to consider our four legged friends, or they might be three legged by sunrise."
After the wagons are circled, and the animals unhitched, the Gnome kneels down, and blows warm air between gentle hands. The warm air collects, whirling about, then begins to glow. Released, the ball of warmth rolls around in the snows, as as it goes the snow melts in moisture that is itself evaporated in turn.
"That is a start."
Next a small coin purse is retrieved and opened. Slowly, stretching from its confinement, the shadowy form of a winged-reptile gathers its bearings, then takes a place atop one of the wagons, though it veers away from the man-dragon's abode.
Though it has no features, a general sense of alertness can be felt in its posture.
The cracking of knuckles, high pitched like wind chimes, announces the fact that the young illusionist is about to try something a bit more... impressive.
Rhythmic hand movements, like a skilled conductor directing a fine orchestra generates the gentle sounds of birds chirping, and a babbling brook. Whirling like a dervish, the movements become more elaborate, as the wagons are painted bright gay colors, the ground grows a lush two inches of grass, with flowers here... and here... and here.
Several butterflies float out of Natasha's hair, and a small red bird lands atop one of the wagon. The air grows less chilly, becoming even comfortable, though not warm.
"Don't let the temperature fool you, though our minds are here, our bodies are still in the cold. It is more a escape, I hope, from the stress of the day then the dangers inherent in our situation."
Any who glance beyond the wagons spot the edges of the illusion beyond a fish filled moat coursing around the camps perimeter. Beyond the snow covered trees and rocks beyond them are no less imposing however.
The joyous dance comes to an end as a very proud Fenube spends a content moment collecting stray hairs and gathering composure.
"Could someone gather some firewood?"
This message was last edited by the player at 05:56, Fri 16 Dec 2011.