north country prep

[Upon learning that they're going up North, Ithaqua stops being idle. He's well aware that most people in the manor cannot handle the cold the way he does-- though, in reality, just about no one can unless they're specifically a creature of frigid lands like himself-- and it would not do for any of these soft, untempered people to just fall apart. Or trip into a snowbank and freeze.

He puts a hand out to stop whoever is passing him by in the manor-- priority goes to whoever he noticed was doing just fine at the beach-- and tilts his head at them like a bird.}

Are you comfortable in the cold?

[It's a genuine question! Surprisingly, from Ithaqua.]

reverence

[Even with the mask on, it's quite easy to tell from Ithaqua's body language that he's completely uncomfortable with the villagers' reverence-- he turns his head awy from them often when they speak to him, and tugs his hood down. When he and his companion for this mission finally leave town to get to work, he visibly relaxes from head to toe.

Then scratches at the back of his neck, making the ears on his hood wriggle uncontrollably. And keeps scratching. Good thing he's covered up or else he'd be hurting himself.

But honestly, he's so damn uncomfortable with them.]

the abominable snowman and his snowminis

[What else is there to do in a country full of snow other than games? Fun? Mission what?? Who cares!

There are little snowmen moving across the landscape outside of the City of Ice-- how do they walk if they're just two balls of snow stacked on top of each other? They don't walk, they just awkwardly shuffle about, and slowly at that. How do they see if they're just balls of snow? Don't worry about it. What people might have to worry about however is one of those little snowmen sidling up to their leg to give it a rub... and subsequently leaving some of itself in the form of water. It's melted a little just coming into contact with someone's body heat, but doesn't seem to mind-- or the fact that a pant leg now has a little imprint in its shape.

If someone were to follow the little snowmen, they'd find that there are... actually a bunch of them, and a number are heading towards a specific place, a specific person, in fact. There's Ithaqua, sitting on a boulder and forming more little snowmen with his hands. Then he breathes life into them by lifing his mask up enough to actually breathe onto them, and watch as they roll off of his hand into the ground below.]

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