There's Firoza's voice, fortunately still within earshot (even if it does sound distant to Shoka still, carried away on the wind).
"But once we reach the caves," she echoes, "won't that be—?"
Basically pointless? She may not be a seasoned adventurer like Firoza, but why wait to bundle up until after they've found shelter from the elements?
She ultimately isn't able to finish that sentence, as another fierce gust whips through the pass, making her gasp and hold onto A.B.A's leg for dear life. Despite her resistance to cold, the blizzard is so intense now that even she's starting to shiver, even in her fur cloak.
Luckily for her, salvation comes a moment later; she's hoisted up into the air (for a moment, she thinks that the wind finally is carrying her off, and all she can do is squeak in alarm and let it happen) and deposited onto A.B.A's back. A.B.A's blanket-cloak and feathers are blessedly warm, and her neck and crest are tall enough to give Shoka some much-needed shelter from the blizzard.
Shoka's pride is that substantial, thank you very much... But the relief she feels is stronger in that moment. Once Firoza is up on A.B.A's back with her, she droops in place with a heavy sigh. It's a little embarrassing, but it also feels... Nice. She's safe, surrounded by friends.
"Well, good for you," she replies to A.B.A, taking hold of her feathers (securely but gently, in a way that's second nature to her now). "And thanks... It'd—really suck if you weren't here."
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"But once we reach the caves," she echoes, "won't that be—?"
Basically pointless? She may not be a seasoned adventurer like Firoza, but why wait to bundle up until after they've found shelter from the elements?
She ultimately isn't able to finish that sentence, as another fierce gust whips through the pass, making her gasp and hold onto A.B.A's leg for dear life. Despite her resistance to cold, the blizzard is so intense now that even she's starting to shiver, even in her fur cloak.
Luckily for her, salvation comes a moment later; she's hoisted up into the air (for a moment, she thinks that the wind finally is carrying her off, and all she can do is squeak in alarm and let it happen) and deposited onto A.B.A's back. A.B.A's blanket-cloak and feathers are blessedly warm, and her neck and crest are tall enough to give Shoka some much-needed shelter from the blizzard.
Shoka's pride is that substantial, thank you very much... But the relief she feels is stronger in that moment. Once Firoza is up on A.B.A's back with her, she droops in place with a heavy sigh. It's a little embarrassing, but it also feels... Nice. She's safe, surrounded by friends.
"Well, good for you," she replies to A.B.A, taking hold of her feathers (securely but gently, in a way that's second nature to her now). "And thanks... It'd—really suck if you weren't here."
Both of them.