Korya
Rating: Assistant Cook
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Korya writhed and wriggled in the snow fort's remains, coating her fur in a thick layer of insulating (and privacy-protecting) white powder.
"Hrmmm..."
She didn't really want new clothes. She liked her old clothes. They fit well and let her punch things, and were just light enough to let winter's bite thrill her. While she hadn't yet experienced a Vulpinsulan summer wearing the same things, they had been tailored to not cause over-heating... loose pants, a sleeveless shirt, and those she asked confirmed the style was ruggedly heroic and, most importantly, carried her Northland heritage and charm with her.
The big thing to worry about was the stick. Cryle had spent a while on the stick, and it was important... a physical manifestation of their friendship! That let her whack beasts!
She let out a little mewling whine at the idea of it being lost in the snow.
"I... I want fizzy drinks, but I want my old clothes and my stick! Cryle made me the stick! She would be so sad if I came home without it - we're roommates, by the way... she didn't have anywhere to stay except the ship..."
Korya perked her ears and leaned out from the ruined fort.
"Griblo? Is it truce time? Are we getting fizzy drinks? Do I have to throw more snowballs at anybeast? Do you see my stick and clothes? Oh! Freya!" Korya turned back and patted the larger feline's arm, then held her own arms up. "Uppies? Kitten-back ride? How is Willow doing, anyway? He remember anything yet?"
It had only been a few days since the ship had come back to port, but who knows what had happened in that time! A few days was like years when it came to stories to tell over drinks.
"Hrmmm..."
She didn't really want new clothes. She liked her old clothes. They fit well and let her punch things, and were just light enough to let winter's bite thrill her. While she hadn't yet experienced a Vulpinsulan summer wearing the same things, they had been tailored to not cause over-heating... loose pants, a sleeveless shirt, and those she asked confirmed the style was ruggedly heroic and, most importantly, carried her Northland heritage and charm with her.
The big thing to worry about was the stick. Cryle had spent a while on the stick, and it was important... a physical manifestation of their friendship! That let her whack beasts!
She let out a little mewling whine at the idea of it being lost in the snow.
"I... I want fizzy drinks, but I want my old clothes and my stick! Cryle made me the stick! She would be so sad if I came home without it - we're roommates, by the way... she didn't have anywhere to stay except the ship..."
Korya perked her ears and leaned out from the ruined fort.
"Griblo? Is it truce time? Are we getting fizzy drinks? Do I have to throw more snowballs at anybeast? Do you see my stick and clothes? Oh! Freya!" Korya turned back and patted the larger feline's arm, then held her own arms up. "Uppies? Kitten-back ride? How is Willow doing, anyway? He remember anything yet?"
It had only been a few days since the ship had come back to port, but who knows what had happened in that time! A few days was like years when it came to stories to tell over drinks.
