Post by Faye Valentine on Mar 28, 2012 21:51:46 GMT -5
It was a bad day to be a snake. There was a chill in the air, not an uncommon occurrence so far North of the Grand Line, but it was distressing all the same. Her two familiars, Anguicomus and Anguiculus, were coiled around her waist like a pair of belts, hoping to steal some of Faye's body heat. A small smirk formed as she pondered their actions. They'd been with her since long before she'd been exiled from Amazon Lily. Surely, her snakes would know that she was just as cold blooded as they. She managed to walk another few miles along the winding road without seeing so much as an insect cross her path and began to wonder if perhaps she was dreaming.
It wasn't that the lack of buildings or other people bothered her, quite the opposite, she enjoyed being alone. But still...she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about this place. It was just as that thought left her mind that the temperature dropped another few degrees. The cold was biting enough that she pulled the hood of her cloak over her head to keep her body temperature up, but the lack of anything but trees for miles around meant that there was little hope of finding shelter to wait for the temperate to rise again. Faye let out a soft sigh of disappointment before stepping a few feet off the road so that she could rest with her back against one of the many trees littering both sides of the road. She crossed her legs and rested her arms on either leg, a position for meditation, and simply waited for something to give. Either someone would come along, the temperature would rise, or she would die; be it of freezing to death, starvation, dehydration, or any plethora of fun ways that one might perspire.
It wasn't that the lack of buildings or other people bothered her, quite the opposite, she enjoyed being alone. But still...she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about this place. It was just as that thought left her mind that the temperature dropped another few degrees. The cold was biting enough that she pulled the hood of her cloak over her head to keep her body temperature up, but the lack of anything but trees for miles around meant that there was little hope of finding shelter to wait for the temperate to rise again. Faye let out a soft sigh of disappointment before stepping a few feet off the road so that she could rest with her back against one of the many trees littering both sides of the road. She crossed her legs and rested her arms on either leg, a position for meditation, and simply waited for something to give. Either someone would come along, the temperature would rise, or she would die; be it of freezing to death, starvation, dehydration, or any plethora of fun ways that one might perspire.