 t's very, very cold. It's cold enough that you'll see your breath fog in the air before you, that goosebumps appear on your arms and legs and a chill goes up your spine. You're inside, in a huge palace with sweeping arches and rooms, but it's no real shelter from the cold -- it's just as cold inside as out.
There's a throne room, a kitchen, various rooms and even a dungeon to be explored -- and outside, a frigid, frozen garden, a lake that's naturally frozen over, and miles, and miles of snow as far as the eye can see.
But be careful while you explore. The snowflake soldiers are naturally dangerous, but even more dangerous than that...there's that creeping sensation of numbness going up your arm, a pang through your chest, and the slow, slow freezing from the inside out.
Try not to leave any of your friends behind, okay? Even if they might look a bit too uncannily like some of the statues hanging around for decoration when they're frozen over.
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[ sierra trails off even as she advances physically, and she places her cold hand on zelda’s chest—not pushing her, just pressing it there, trying to feel her heartbeat.
she runs her tongue over her teeth. ]
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she takes a step back and says nothing, but her annoyed expression can speak for her. ]
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[ sierra doesn’t like feeling this way, controlled by her hunger. it reminds her of all those years ago, and those aren’t pleasant memories—even without feelings attached, she knows this rationally.
she doesn’t have agility on her side right now, as frozen as she is, but her posture shifts into something ready to move. ]
I’m too cold.
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You need blood.
[ her words are a realization and a tragedy, her voice dipping low in disbelief. her expression turns soft as she realizes that the situation must be dire, but... ]
Sierra, I can help you find someone. My blood - I don't think it's a good idea for you to have it.
[ she said it before when sierra came to her home, and she wasn't taken seriously back then, but truly she has no sense what will happen given her divinity. hurting sierra is the last thing she wants to do. ]
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zelda offers to find her someone else, but that’s not enough. sierra shivers, her pupils contracting, focusing, suddenly too black pinpoints in the red plane of her eyes. ]
I don’t care.
[ her nearly-frozen hand does move now, around zelda’s neck, but it’s just so that she can try to angle zelda to expose herself. damn this high collar. ]
Now.
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[ and again she tries to smack her hand away, true force applied, just before she steps away again. ]
Please, I'm trying to tell you it isn't a good idea. My blood -- it could get you sick. I need you to trust me when I say that!
[ but it dawns on her then that sierra may not even care about the reasoning. maybe she can't even be reasoned with. ]
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there’s a response on the tip of her tongue, but more than that answer, as soon as she opens her mouth again, she can’t make herself stop.
she moves, lightning-quick, heedless of where her teeth sink—and ultimately, it doesn’t matter. through a mouthful of fabric, she does find zelda’s skin, but the way she jumps back is just as fast as her advance. it tastes wrong, zelda’s blood. it burns her tongue, limited though the ability to draw it may be. no matter what resistance she has against holy symbols, she is still undead, a child of the night, and the light of the divine is not meant for her. ]
Ngh…!
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[ a similarly pained sound hisses past zelda's teeth, hand slamming to her neck to cover the wound. the bite of a hungry animal who realized their meat was rotten. she breathes through her nose and out her mouth in a heavy panicked pant, fear overriding her sense and the act of swallowing painful when it vibrates her throat and aggravates the wound. ]
-- See! I told you!
[ even now though she can't help but be a little smug, even if there's anger behind it. ]
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…
[ her vision swims. ]
You…
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[ putting her own annoyance and stubbornness aside, sierra could have only had such a whiplash reaction because of her blood. its... "properties", so to speak. still clutching the mark with a sharp grip of her hand, nails pressing into the skin like a clamp, she actually takes the steps to get close to sierra again. ]
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this time, it isn’t meant as a prank or foul trick on zelda’s sensibilities—it’s an instinctive thing, clear in the way she skitters away on the ice until she has enough distance, and a point of leverage, to take wing. she doesn’t know where she’s going to go, but she needs to get away.
her flying is a bit wobbly. it will have to do. ]