[ He doesn't mind in the slightest, the way she basically attaches herself to his side. It's kinda nice, actually, though he already has layers and layers on to keep out the worst of the cold, it's still nice to have that extra buffer against the winds, even if he doesn't necessary feel the warmth.
(Which is too bad. He imagines she's probably basically a furnace.)
He stumbles a little when she pushes him – not because she pushes him all that forcefully, but because he's not expecting it. He lets out a small, surprised sound as he grips the fur on the scruff of her neck, keeping himself upright.
He swallows down the urge to ask, What is it, Lassie? Did Timmy fall down the well?
But he spots it quickly enough, that weird, flickering light, and he remembers what she told him earlier. Kind of pretty, but also kind of eerie, and he peers at it closely. ]
These things point the way to Nadril, or whatever?
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(Which is too bad. He imagines she's probably basically a furnace.)
He stumbles a little when she pushes him – not because she pushes him all that forcefully, but because he's not expecting it. He lets out a small, surprised sound as he grips the fur on the scruff of her neck, keeping himself upright.
He swallows down the urge to ask, What is it, Lassie? Did Timmy fall down the well?
But he spots it quickly enough, that weird, flickering light, and he remembers what she told him earlier. Kind of pretty, but also kind of eerie, and he peers at it closely. ]
These things point the way to Nadril, or whatever?