( Mika can't say he's fond of the North; it's hostile and oppressive, yes, but it's discomfiting, the way it feels like the spirits don't want him here. Too weak for their appetite, surely - but it's bad enough that he feels the hatred of the sun bearing down at him for half the day already; he'd rather avoid places too crushing to exist in, if he can help it.
Fortunately, the cold and the toxin don't bother him much, as a vampire - unfortunately, that means he has to be much more careful keeping up his spells warding against the cold and hallucinogens much more carefully, because his body has no built-in alarm against it. He might not mind the cold, but he can still freeze into a fine block.
And he can certainly still hallucinate. )
... My ward feels steady enough. ( He keeps himself alert, his gaze searching for distant rustles in the trees - his attention fixed on that monster they're hunting. ) Do yours?
( His attention is a little too fixed on the monster, perhaps. As they walk in the deafening quiet of the forest, the soft crunch of snow begins to echo, faint - sounding, oddly, like footsteps on marble. But it can't be marble, can it? )
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Fortunately, the cold and the toxin don't bother him much, as a vampire - unfortunately, that means he has to be much more careful keeping up his spells warding against the cold and hallucinogens much more carefully, because his body has no built-in alarm against it. He might not mind the cold, but he can still freeze into a fine block.
And he can certainly still hallucinate. )
... My ward feels steady enough. ( He keeps himself alert, his gaze searching for distant rustles in the trees - his attention fixed on that monster they're hunting. ) Do yours?
( His attention is a little too fixed on the monster, perhaps. As they walk in the deafening quiet of the forest, the soft crunch of snow begins to echo, faint - sounding, oddly, like footsteps on marble. But it can't be marble, can it? )