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17 August 2009 @ 12:24 am
Wednesday, August 25th, 2984
Sakha Republic, Russia

Come be my Queen, he said. You get to travel in a flying ship, he said. You get to see the world, he said.” Ayn resisted the urge to lick her lips, knowing that the biting frost would just make them hurt even more. She hugged her arms closer against her chest and hunched her shoulders. “Well, if this is what the rest of the world looks like, I wasn’t missing much while back in Delhi.”

Catoir grumbled, the sound almost swallowed up in a rush of wind. “I never said any of that,” he returned. “Well, I mean… I said something to that effect, but still—”

“Catoir, it’s freezing! You’re going to get us all killed!” Ayn waved her hands dramatically, then remembered how cold it was and clamped them back across her chest.

“You didn’t have to come along if you were going to complain,” he snapped back childishly.

She laughed, poking his shoulder with one finger. “Of course I had to come along! You were sulking so much when I said no at first—what kind of position would that have left you if I didn’t accept?!” Her sigh was lost in a cloud of snow. “But really, couldn’t there have been a better way to get this ship of yours?”

He grumbled again, taking off his glasses for a moment to rub them against his sleeve. It was a pointless way to waste time and try to ignore her question. “You’re just overreacting. It’s not that bad.”

At the same time, the two of them paused and looked back over their shoulders.

Behind them, Kasim struggled on through the snow in silence. His dark skin stood out in the vast expanse of white.

“Sometimes I think you forget I come from Kinshasa, Catoir,” he said, brushing between the two and continuing on in front.

Ayn frowned and Catoir held up a hand. “I don’t want to hear it.” They were about to follow after Kasim when Roch’s frantic voice called up.

“You guys! You guys, I think someone is following us!”

The three froze in their spots, immediately tensing and staring back at the smaller figure. Roch had a harder time wading through the snow than the others did, looking more like he was flailing and drowning than making any progress.

Catoir left Ayn’s side, sliding back down the hill a bit to help his companion out of the pile of snow he was stuck in. “What is it?”

Roch accepted the help, panting as he tried to regain his balance. “I-I think it’s a yeti…”

After an awkward pause, Catoir released his hold on the boy’s arm and began to trek back up to the waiting pair.

“What did he say?” Ayn asked, caution in her tone.

“A yeti.”

“Oh my God,” she replied, turning to look down at Roch. “A yeti? Are you serious?”

“I am!” Roch cried back, having once again sunk into the snow. “Dammit, Catoir help me up!”

The young man waved a hand behind him to dismiss the topic as he regained the lead and continued walking. “You are not allowed any more input until we get the White Punch and get off this stupid ice block!”

Ayn and Kasim exchanged uneasy looks as Catoir stalked off, ignoring Roch’s wail of, “Don’t let the yeti eat meeeee!!!!”
Mood: sleepysleepy
Music: Jed Marum - Sands of Aberdeen