chikaidestroyer | ∞ 72: Observing the white season [written/action]

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∞ 72: Observing the white season [written/action]

[written]

I don't suppose anyone has measured just how deep the snow is now? There haven't been long enough breaks in the weather to allow the snow to melt significantly.

It had been an early worry this season that some residents may be snowed in with the very cold weather we've had. Hopefully everyone is being careful about keeping an eye out for New Feathers and returning abductees.

[action]

[Albert has been spending less time in the house lately, for a variety of reasons -- exploring the new community building next to the house, taking care of his horse with the snowing continuing to pile up, and other things exposing him to the elements.

Today, Albert is in the bar, tucked in one of the booths with his journal and some wine. Perhaps he's hoping to get another Kanakan bottle from the bartender. Or he just needs the din of noise to help him think. Or perhaps he's waiting for something to happen.

Later, he'll arrive back at his house in the dark, in the early evening.]

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[well. Once she has a drink of her own she goes over to his booth]

Excuse me.

[He glances up as Nephry approaches.]

Good afternoon, Nephry.

Good afternoon. Would you mind some company?

Not at all. [He's being polite as he gestures to the booth.] Have a seat.

Thank you.

[sits with her glass of wine - they are classy people, after all - and joins him in looking out the window at the snow]

Do you suppose they'll listen?

[He hadn't seen Nephry with her journal, but he presumes she is talking about his entry on the network; she would certainly give more information if it was anything else.]

Perhaps not all of them. There are always those who are stubborn or inattentive.

Still, this is the third or fourth warning about the weather.

And there will be more reached with each warning. [He takes a sip before speaking again.] The goal is to alert at least a percentage of the village, after all.

[this look says 'do you think I don't know that?']

It's just strange, I suppose, to be in a place where the majority of the people don't understand...well, winter.

I wouldn't say the majority. But our worlds are already diverse in many ways.

I would.

...Have there ever been avalanches here?

[He raises a brow at the reply, but won't comment. He can sense a debate he has no time for.]

No, there haven't.

Mm. Good.

[she wouldn't debate it. Anyway, she prefers the wine to the argument today]

The village is a bit far from the foot of the mountains to be directly affected should an avalanche occur. The rivers would likely be overburdened, though.

[He swirls his wine thoughtfully.]

Still, there are new people arriving, and kidnapping victims being returned. I was thinking more about them.

Yes, that is true. Should they be as far out as the mountains, rescuers would need to rely on those with other abilities to safely travel that far. [pause] And the other person's ability to find their journal or otherwise signal the village, of course.

Do the regular patrols still take place?

They do, and there are some volunteers who sporadically help.

[silence for a bit]

I apologize for all of these questions. ...I suppose I just have...I'm not sure how to describe it. Misgivings, of a sort.

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