21st Death

[twisted-baroque.livejournal.com]

[going outside today will net you one confused member of the Koriel going full out WTF at the weather. it's cold and he can't help but flinch everytime snow falls on him because Dextera has never been in a situation where something cold didn't hurt him. but so far he's deemed it safe to wander around and try and figure out exactly what was going on.

oddly enough, the strange fireflies wandering around the area don't bother him at all. they're pretty but apparently harmless. so far, anyways....]

[ooc: open for kissing shenanigans, planed or unplaned.]

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[twisted-baroque.livejournal.com]

[and he's still staring up at the sky like an idiot. Dextera sure about all this. back home, sudden changes usually meant something bad was going to happen.]

[saccharosium.livejournal.com]

[She snaps back into the present and sees Dextera standing around and looking up at the sky. A quick look up, and snow lands on her nose.

Nothing weird in the sky. So...what has his attention?]

Dextera?

[twisted-baroque.livejournal.com]

[he looks over at Stocking before pointing to at the snow. he looks a little confused. what is snow?]

[saccharosium.livejournal.com]

The snow? Have you never seen it before?

[twisted-baroque.livejournal.com]

[he shakes his head. no, back home it was too hot for snow. or anything else, really.]

[saccharosium.livejournal.com]

Hm... [give her a moment as she pauses to think...]

Snow is the median between water and ice. It's like ice that has melted down to turn into slush.

[twisted-baroque.livejournal.com]

[between water and ice...so not like icicles?

Dextera wants to ask more but he realizes he doesn't have his journal on him. shoot.]

[saccharosium.livejournal.com]

[Stocking has already realized this and takes out a small notebook and a pen and offers it to him, not paying much attention to the sugarplum faeries hovering closer to them now.]

[twisted-baroque.livejournal.com]

[and they're going to wait until Dextera gets closer before homing in on their newest targets.

Dextera is just going to stare at them. why are you so shiny and why is there a sudden feeling that something strange is going to happen?]

[saccharosium.livejournal.com]

[while Dextera is staring at them, Stocking ignores them. why? well, she is going to move in and set a kiss on Dextera's cheek.]

[twisted-baroque.livejournal.com]

[he blinks and stares at Stocking, surprised, before the fairies decide that halfway won't do, so he'll the same thing, abit more awkwardly.]

[saccharosium.livejournal.com]

[kajdfg STUPID FAERIES, as soon as Dextera returns the favor and they're back to their senses, she flicks at the faeries until they've dissipated, before huffing.]

Sorry about that. What did you want to ask me?

[twisted-baroque.livejournal.com]

[Dextera is a little frazled by that - no idea what kissing is, even stuff like on the cheek - but he'll write.]

Snow is like icicles?

[saccharosium.livejournal.com]

[She'll teach you about kisses another time.]

Not really. Icicles are frozen ice sticks.

[twisted-baroque.livejournal.com]

So between that and something else is snow? I've only seen icicles once...[he nudges some of the snow with his foot.]

[saccharosium.livejournal.com]

Yep. Certain conditions need to happen for icicles to form. Snow can just happen whenever, really.

[twisted-baroque.livejournal.com]

Can you wish for it?

[saccharosium.livejournal.com]

[debating...]

You know, I'm not sure.

[twisted-baroque.livejournal.com]

Do you think we could try? [not like there isn't enough snow already.]

[saccharosium.livejournal.com]

Maybe inside, sure. I don't think it'd work out here.

[twisted-baroque.livejournal.com]

I'd like to try, sometime.

[saccharosium.livejournal.com]

I would be pretty surprised if the castle gave us snow.

[twisted-baroque.livejournal.com]

Why? It gives us a lot of things.

[saccharosium.livejournal.com]

Objects are different from something nature-controlled.

[twisted-baroque.livejournal.com]

So 'nature-controlled' things won't appear?