Sweet Cinnamoth
EXP: 37,766, Level: 8
Level completed: 31%,
EXP required for next Level: 6,234
Rain! Raaaiiin!
Fenn fled frantically through the thick of the downpour; puddles splashed, his cloak was soaked, and his hair was a limp as a used mop. A black-furred direwolf mutt followed behind him, ignoring the rain yet whining her concern. Both knew that water was not good for the frosty little fae. His natural cold iced stray water over like you wouldn't believe. So when Fenn and Daugi burst through the worn wooden door of the Sword and Staff, their only concern was escaping the awful deluge.
The soaked fae dove beneath a table and started to wring the water out of his clothes. His shirt was already partially crunchy with ice -- itchy, sharp! Daugi wasn't quite small enough to follow him under, so she flopped over next to the table. Glassy puddles formed underneath both of them.
Fenn became faintly aware that he had ducked into a tavern -- good! Maybe he could order some drinks as soon as he was no longer in danger of becoming a dumb block of ice.
Last edited by FennWenn; 09-06-2017 at 11:35 PM.
