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[night-raven-miscellany]

"Ah, I see." Lewis said, nodding. "Sounds like a lovely place to be, honestly, bad winters or no. My own hometown is pretty mild year round, but maybe I think that just cause I've lived there my whole life."

He took a small sip from his own cup of tea.

"A winery, huh? You guys have good tea and you've got wine? Man, you must really have it all, then, haha~" Lewis chuckled. "I think I'll have to pay a visit at some point if I ever get the chance."

His expression remained ever relaxed, but there was a genuine tone to his voice that clung to his words, as casual as they sounded.

'Perhaps I'll have to see if there's a place for this guy.' He thought. 'Pay him a nice little visit, too. Just for funsies, or maybe to give a quick thanks.'

Cherished Trinkets:

Breakdown in Progress

*Vern can hear the rain beating the roof as he shakily checks around the old windmill. Icy water drips from his hair. It's late, no one else should be around. Pausing, he coughs. Everyone should be in their dorms as the storm settles in. Shivering as he scratches at his bandages, he tries to retrace his steps.*

Was it... umm...

*Lightning whites out his vision. Thunder violently crashes nearby. Vern's knees abruptly give out. Breathe. He needs to breathe. Vern doesn't notice as his bandages unravel. Tears blur his vision. Take a breath. Try to breathe. The sprite hugs himself tightly as another rumble of thunder bursts through the air. Red columbines bloom throughout his hair.*

N-no... I-I... I d-didn't....

*Vern's skin is freezing, yet his veins are burning. His heart feels like it might explode. Each exhale is too short, and the inhales barely take any air. His throat tightens as the faint taste of smoke and iron fill his mouth. Another rumble rattles the stone structure. Vern is trembling as he covers his ears.*

I-I... S-Stravi... p-please... s-somone...

*He squeezes his eyes shut, tears falling to the floor. Foxgloves and oleander start growing from where each drop falls. Brambles protectively coil around him*

Ooc// uhh... I know I told some people about this so.. tagging? Lmk if you want to be removed or added

@nrcbookclub @nightonthemountain @aurora-retainer-silver

[hello-from-nrc-infirmary]

Perhaps, the umm... weather is easier to tolerate when one has um... experienced it before. The only trouble with the winter is the ummm... snow. It um... sometimes piles so high, you can get stuck inside for weeks!

*He chuckles warmly*

We have to umm... have some form of alcohol. Wine is um... convenient... you can um... chill it in the summer for something sweet or um... mull it in the winter to stay warm.

W-well... it ummm... is quite easy to reach once the snow melts. There are um... daily trains that umm... come from Port O' Bliss! The train ride is ummmm.... a bit long... but they're quite comfortable! I haven't taken one, but umm... Gin said there was a dining cart

Cherished Trinkets:

Breakdown in Progress

*Vern can hear the rain beating the roof as he shakily checks around the old windmill. Icy water drips from his hair. It's late, no one else should be around. Pausing, he coughs. Everyone should be in their dorms as the storm settles in. Shivering as he scratches at his bandages, he tries to retrace his steps.*

Was it... umm...

*Lightning whites out his vision. Thunder violently crashes nearby. Vern's knees abruptly give out. Breathe. He needs to breathe. Vern doesn't notice as his bandages unravel. Tears blur his vision. Take a breath. Try to breathe. The sprite hugs himself tightly as another rumble of thunder bursts through the air. Red columbines bloom throughout his hair.*

N-no... I-I... I d-didn't....

*Vern's skin is freezing, yet his veins are burning. His heart feels like it might explode. Each exhale is too short, and the inhales barely take any air. His throat tightens as the faint taste of smoke and iron fill his mouth. Another rumble rattles the stone structure. Vern is trembling as he covers his ears.*

I-I... S-Stravi... p-please... s-somone...

*He squeezes his eyes shut, tears falling to the floor. Foxgloves and oleander start growing from where each drop falls. Brambles protectively coil around him*

Ooc// uhh... I know I told some people about this so.. tagging? Lmk if you want to be removed or added

@nrcbookclub @nightonthemountain @aurora-retainer-silver