Event Fourteen.

[awashmods]

Roses bloom and cease to be, But we shall the Christ-child see.

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. Welcome to Awash's fourteenth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to make your own logs for this event, but please keep in mind the lack of laptop function during this event when it comes to forum posts! If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

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[regrede]

And what do you feel instead? Peace?

[ or, perhaps worse—nothing at all? ]

[troubadamsel]

... I don't know. It's as if... I don't feel terribly strong one way or the other.

[regrede]

I see.

[ sierra sees, and she understands, loath as she is to admit that—perhaps breaking the mirror was a bad idea. ]

Have you been strangely cold, recently?

[troubadamsel]

... For a while now, yes. Ever since before we came to this place.

[regrede]

Hmm.

[ hmm. ]

Looks like we found our consequences, then.

[troubadamsel]

... It's temporary. Everything here has always been temporary.

[It has to be.]

[regrede]

[ sierra tucks her hair behind her ear, and finally closes the window. the snow, abruptly, stops swirling, and the room almost seems to warm in the sudden absence of the breeze. ]

Everything feels temporary to a being like me. [ a pause. ] But I know what you mean.

[troubadamsel]

... So we'll wait it out. You and I, together.

[regrede]

Now, if I didn’t know any better, I’d wonder if you were coming onto me.

[ of course, sierra does know better, and the humor is somewhat missing from her tone besides. it’s hard to muster when she’s so cold. ]

[troubadamsel]

But you do know better.

[No blushing or fluster, just a cold hard fact from a cold hard heart.]

[regrede]

[ yes, sierra could have seen that coming, but perhaps she isn’t quite so far along in her curse as maribelle—for it pains her, to have a friend speak to her this way. ]

Well, I suppose I do. I wonder how we may be rid of this… affliction.

[troubadamsel]

... We'll just wait it out. I have nothing better to do.