Blood for the Snow Gods

[wonderland_vogue]

Who: Lydia and whoever wants in on finding this trash fire, I guess.
What: SO someone is an absolute idiot and is relearning this whole fleshbody thing. Which included pushing herself to the point of kind of passing out face first in the snow. With her gaudy-ass pony thing not doing shit to help. Uh.
When: Few days after the intro log, what are dates, how work. Probably around the tenth or so. Midday into sunset.
Where: Chol
Warnings: None at the moment? Hypothermia, maybe, I guess.

It hadn't been her smartest plan, to insist that she was totally fine with just her clothes and that one blanket. She could use her phantom steed for warmth, right? Of course, she'd be fine, it was just something weird going on here and absolutely not the fact she was not a lich anymore and was in a mortal fleshy body again.

Until you start to realize that, no, even elves need some sort of sleep of some sort or another and running on fumes while having not really eaten doesn't really help in the end of the day. Tattered clothing that was meant for warmer climates also certainly did not help, the hood having been pulled over her head and particularly over her ears to keep them from freezing off.

But eventually the body gives up the ghost on these sorts of things, which ends up in this particular sight. Lydia face first in the snow out of it and a rather annoyed gaudy phantom horse just pacing around the nearby area. It's not like she could just go and find someone or something, that'd make sense, after all.

Comments

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Muffet doesn't act in any notably hostile way, just shifting her grip to gently support Lydia around the shoulders, keeping her head out of the snow. At the sound of her stirring, she smiles gently.]

Hello, dearie- feeling a bit more awake now?

[wonderland_vogue]

[And there's an unknown voice and she's kind of pulling her senses back together to frown a bit, oh, evidently she ended up on the ground or something. That's good.]

A bit. What happened? [She just remembers walking and it being cold and... that's about it. Huh. At least she seems to be calm enough for the time being, which is far better than the alternatively, not that she has the energy to be hostile even if she wanted to be.]

[prettypurpleparlor]

Well, I wasn't there to see it, but my guess would be that you collapsed from the cold. I found you lying in the snow here- your colorful friend says it's been... about an hour, give or take.

[wonderland_vogue]

[That lines up. She's just shifting a little to rub at her face and try to wriggle around to try sitting up for herself. She's awake, that's fine, with a little bit of effort.]

Sounds about right. Been a... while... since I've had to even think about the cold. [A little odd and a little vague, but it's at least an answer. She's not an idiot, of course.]

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Honestly, not the most unusual thing she's heard someone say here. Muffet gives her a sympathetic look.]

Do you think you could stand up, if I helped you? I suspect it would be best to get you someplace warmer soonest.

[Sure, sitting up and leaning on Muffet is definitely warmer than the snow, but it's still pretty far from ideal. She's fairly certain this woman needs to be, like... actually indoors, preferably with a decent cup of tea.]