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I won't leave you out in the cold alone
Sep. 15th, 2019 10:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gobetweenThis was not exactly one of his best life experiences.
There were many great advantages to being a small little Fraggle. One of them was not dealing with blizzard conditions. His size of under two feet made it extremely difficult to make his way through the deep snow, and he had to keep a hand on his hat the whole time just so he didn't lose it. Though he was furry and dressed in multiple layers, including a turtleneck that nearly obscured what of his head his hat wasn't pulled over, he felt chilled to the BONE. Gotta find shelter somewhere soon...
That shelter turned out to be a partially enclosed porch in the neighborhood he'd been struggling his way through. The light filtering in through the windows was a beacon, and he struggled and slipped his way over until he could limp up the stairs, his tail dragging behind him. Though his hands were numb, he knew he had to brush the snow off himself best he could; he was out of the driving wind, but still was absolutely freezing. He crouched down near the door where he could feel at least a little warmth coming out, and wrapped his arms around himself.
If he could just rest out of the wind and the sheeting ice, if he could just get warm, he could find a way back home somehow. Even with the way the snow had piled up everywhere, and the way that, so worn out from his efforts, his eyelids started to bob. Maybe a quick nap, it's alright if you're not truly hypothermic, right? A quick nap, and then afterward he'll be clear-headed enough to figure out what to do...
There were many great advantages to being a small little Fraggle. One of them was not dealing with blizzard conditions. His size of under two feet made it extremely difficult to make his way through the deep snow, and he had to keep a hand on his hat the whole time just so he didn't lose it. Though he was furry and dressed in multiple layers, including a turtleneck that nearly obscured what of his head his hat wasn't pulled over, he felt chilled to the BONE. Gotta find shelter somewhere soon...
That shelter turned out to be a partially enclosed porch in the neighborhood he'd been struggling his way through. The light filtering in through the windows was a beacon, and he struggled and slipped his way over until he could limp up the stairs, his tail dragging behind him. Though his hands were numb, he knew he had to brush the snow off himself best he could; he was out of the driving wind, but still was absolutely freezing. He crouched down near the door where he could feel at least a little warmth coming out, and wrapped his arms around himself.
If he could just rest out of the wind and the sheeting ice, if he could just get warm, he could find a way back home somehow. Even with the way the snow had piled up everywhere, and the way that, so worn out from his efforts, his eyelids started to bob. Maybe a quick nap, it's alright if you're not truly hypothermic, right? A quick nap, and then afterward he'll be clear-headed enough to figure out what to do...
