Batookah

Yeah, alright it was a little cold, but so what? It wasn't something new, really. He had been cold before, you know, it wasn't exactly warm back there in space, but this... this was a different kind of cold. There was something about it that made it different from the ever-present, never-changing cold of space. That cold hadn't been uncomfortable, it had just... been there. This cold was painful. It stung and grated at his face, the wind blew right through his clothes and his skin and into his very bones. He shuddered at the violent, icy blast of wind, but trudged relentlessly through the thick snow.

( tl;drprose under cut )


_{ooc: yeaaaahh first tl;dr for me I don't even... Anyway! Anyone in Violet who for some reason is outside at this ungoldy hour might run into this}