[Somewhere in one of Thancred's ten billion circuits around the coffee shop interior, he will pause near Gideon and Harrow —
And add his coat to the pile of blankets, and tuck this build-a-bub beneath it just in case she wants a Comfort Item™ to hug. For a given value of "comforting".]
[she's trying to get warm so she doesn't notice when he places a stuffed animal near her and then when she does open her eyes she's just like. staring at it like it's about to bite her.]
It's not tall enough to be a Viis. Not deadly enough, either.
[Somewhere across the coffee shop, Modesty Nutkin™ darts behind a piece of furniture. Damn, it looks like that little guy got himself trapped in here too, when the lockdown hit.]
I will never have my "fill of bones." [yeah she's making her voice hoarse and also it's hard to hear what she's saying because her teeth are chattering so violently but she's still going to be dramatic.] If you believe a trivial battle where I lost trivial amounts of blood would turn me off of my calling and purpose, you are a fool.
the latte art on this one is a slightly lopsided cat. everyone can get latte art attempts if they want i just forgot that was a thing the first couple tags]
I suspect this is magical in cause. You see, I was possessed by a cursed artifact and was granted mastery over storm and frost, at the cost of my memories and the warmth of my blood. This is a side effect.
[Tuuri is smiling and seems like her usual chatty self, but she does seem a little worried about how cramped it is in here. Still, she'll say something positive about it.]
At least there's plenty of company to keep, right?
It might wear off in a day or so, that's what happened to those of us who got spirited away last week.
Though if you're cold-blooded now, then that means you'll need to rely on outside sources of heat. Not that there's many rocks for you to sunbathe on here. Or...sun in general.
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