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windandstorm2009-10-02 08:28 pm
lostandfinder) wrote in windandstorm2009-10-02 08:28 pm
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first encounter ; 0 days
If there were any luck in the world, Chivason would have been sound asleep by now. He'd had a wonderful dinner — courtesy of sweet, old Mrs. Jann — and he'd eaten enough to be pleasantly drowsy, and then some. To cap it all off, she'd offered him a bed (a bed) and tucked him in as only a grandmother could. He didn't really have much to worry about, still having a few valuables tucked away in his knapsack, enough to cover a few weeks even if she decided to change her mind about letting him stay free-of-charge, and he certainly hadn't been here long enough to need to think about moving on.
Whatever the reason, though, he stayed in bed long enough to need to roll over half a dozen times before he finally gave up. Carefully tucking the blanket back under the pillow, he snagged his knapsack and tiptoed outside. He let his mind drift as he walked, hoping it would help him relax enough to actually sleep. He had liked his last stop, even gone so far as to make a few friends. He should have known better than to try helping Lia find her necklace. She was too excited when she asked him if he would walk with her. He scoffed softly at himself— then tripped, tried to catch himself, and faceplanted in the dirt.⋅⋅ ⌊ ☆ ⌉ ⋅⋅
Whatever the reason, though, he stayed in bed long enough to need to roll over half a dozen times before he finally gave up. Carefully tucking the blanket back under the pillow, he snagged his knapsack and tiptoed outside. He let his mind drift as he walked, hoping it would help him relax enough to actually sleep. He had liked his last stop, even gone so far as to make a few friends. He should have known better than to try helping Lia find her necklace. She was too excited when she asked him if he would walk with her. He scoffed softly at himself— then tripped, tried to catch himself, and faceplanted in the dirt.
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Water rushed in around him and sucked him under. The pure shock of it all prevented him from immediately sorting out which way was up, but as soon as he had, he attempted to make his way back to the surface to retrieve some much-needed air.
Barely had Sefton broken his head out of the watery confines did he cry out, suddenly feeling needles slicing into his legs. The pain paralyzed him and he bobbed back under the water, unable to keep kicking and keep himself afloat. In a sort of calm panic, he reached down to try and feel what was wrong, finding a strangely slick substance around his pant legs.
Frost.
His shoes. The water mixed with the cold-infusion must have reacted together and now the field was frosting up the entirety of his lower legs. Thinking rapidly as he tried to pull his way back to the surface with his hands, he tried to come up with a way to get out of the water without losing his shoes.