[Felix glances around the cave at the word cozy, as if trying to see just what exactly Claude found comforting about this place that he didn't. It'll do. It's deep enough to keep the snow from hitting them, dry enough to sleep. And if he digs around in the darker recesses of the cave maybe he can find enough leaves and debris to start a fire. Flint is something he carries with him. He's lived up here long enough to know the importance of being able to start a fire, after all. And what magic he knows now is only because of the academy. Though with his subpar control and only lightning at his fingertips, he's just as likely to zap Claude as he is to start a fire. So...more natural solutions it has to be.]
Whatever.
[And he slips his own bag off his back, letting it drop near Claude.]
If we leave early enough, the closest town is about three miles away. We should reach it with plenty of daylight left. [And with enough warm blood coursing through Claude's extremities.
Well, no reason to procrastinate on the fire, so he moves as far back along the edges as he can, moving to his knees as fingers blindly searching behind stalagmites for anything they might be able to use. There's little to be found however, and with a sigh, he settles back on his haunches, glancing over at Claude. Maybe he'd let him burn his cloak...
Or, he'd just have to go chop down tree limbs. No matter how wet it was on the outside, the centers should be fairly dry. It was just an arduous task, and one he was probably going to have to tackle alone. At least he knew his blade was up to the task. And after a bit of warming up, his hand would be too.]
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Date: 2019-12-12 10:38 pm (UTC)Whatever.
[And he slips his own bag off his back, letting it drop near Claude.]
If we leave early enough, the closest town is about three miles away. We should reach it with plenty of daylight left. [And with enough warm blood coursing through Claude's extremities.
Well, no reason to procrastinate on the fire, so he moves as far back along the edges as he can, moving to his knees as fingers blindly searching behind stalagmites for anything they might be able to use. There's little to be found however, and with a sigh, he settles back on his haunches, glancing over at Claude. Maybe he'd let him burn his cloak...
Or, he'd just have to go chop down tree limbs. No matter how wet it was on the outside, the centers should be fairly dry. It was just an arduous task, and one he was probably going to have to tackle alone. At least he knew his blade was up to the task. And after a bit of warming up, his hand would be too.]
The fire might take a bit.