11-22-2018, 11:49 PM
There were few things Ymir liked, and snow wasn't one of them. It was similar to sand in many ways, except it didn't fall from the fucking sky. It stuck between her paws and in her fur, it was often hot--opposite of cold but still the same--and it was a pain to walk in. They were practically the same thing. It was just another thing that made her hate being up in the mountains, aside from the treacherous terrain and the damn hawks. Better than being down there with the flood waters and soggy corpses, though. Pretty morbid.
At least some of them were enjoying their time here. Ymir couldn't help snickering at Bucky's child-like display, watching him squirm about in the pile of crystal white snow. She had a decently thick pelt herself, but she wouldn't be caught rolling around in the stuff, not wanting to chill herself to the bone. It only took so long to freeze.
"Someone's having fun. I didn't take you as that type, Buck." she snarks, smiling. She didn't know him that well, but he always seemed like the type with a stick up his ass. "character's speech."
At least some of them were enjoying their time here. Ymir couldn't help snickering at Bucky's child-like display, watching him squirm about in the pile of crystal white snow. She had a decently thick pelt herself, but she wouldn't be caught rolling around in the stuff, not wanting to chill herself to the bone. It only took so long to freeze.
"Someone's having fun. I didn't take you as that type, Buck." she snarks, smiling. She didn't know him that well, but he always seemed like the type with a stick up his ass. "character's speech."