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.

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[wonderland_vogue]

Face down in the snow, that lines up with what she remembers doing before waking up where she was. She's resting her hands in her lap, not seeming to particularly notice the cold, but it's probably more than she's already cold enough to the bone that there's nowhere further for that to go.

"Getting used to a body again, that's... all. Lydia." That's probably not the intended answer he was looking for, but it's the truth for once.

[souris_keteer]

... Is this a second ghost? He was pretty sure Gabe was a ghost given solid form... and aged up... along with some other complications... And this island was pretty weird already, why not have some flesh ghosts?

"It's nice to meet you, Lydia." Mickey says kindly, wanting to keep the situation calm and collected. "Why don't we find a place for you to rest, warm up, and get a good meal in you? Bodies kinda need all three."

[wonderland_vogue]

Flesh ghost is probably close enough to accurate, but she's not keen on giving anymore information unless directly asked. And even then it'd probably only get the most vague of answers, unfortunately.

"I... guess that's better than staying out here." Perhaps, yes. She's slowly moving to push herself to stand, a little wobbly on her legs but at least she's able to stand without falling over. That's progress at the very least.

"Cold isn't something I really grew up with, either."

[souris_keteer]

Mickey moves in closer, expecting to catch her if she falls. (Although let's face it, she'd squish him flat. A for effort, though.)

"This kind of cold is new to a lot of us, so we have to all work together in order to get through it. Don't you worry, we have your back!"