 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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She merely nods.]
Good morning... or afternoon. Or Evening. It's hard to tell anymore.
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[Even outside, the white landscape and blowing snow can make it confusing. He sleeps when he's tired and moves the rest of the time.]
Are you doing alright?
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[Somehow, he feels like that isn't all, but for now he focuses on the problem at hand.]
I can start a fire. [He gets up. There's probably something he can burn around.]
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[And... apparently that doesn't worry her.]
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Isn't that a really bad sign?
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[A flippant wave of her hand.]
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[You probably can't just drink some soup and get some rest for that one.]
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Hopefully it's not a bad end.
[A pause, while he considers, then he adds:]
You're being a little gloomy.
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[granted, right now she doesn't feel anything at all.]
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[It's true, she sounds pretty impassive otherwise.]
No one's tried to take your color, have they?
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You think it's connected?
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[Maribelle doesn't seem like she's lost all emotion, yet.]
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Something in her struggles, trying to find the care she's supposed to have.]
I... Yes, I remember seeing someone with it...
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[Did someone take their color, he wonders.]
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Did something happen to you, that you can remember? Anything weird at all?
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But I don't feel any different.
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[It's so hard to care. About anything.]
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[It might help?]
Want my jacket?
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