“Wow, thank you. Another hour or so out there and my fingers woulda turned into icicles. I don’t mean to take advantage of your hospitality, but I appreciate it.”
With it’s dweller’s permission, Ledden adjusts his coat and removes his hat as he slithers his way in. Oh, that’s warm…
He knew what he was getting into when he began climbing the mountain. Following up reports of a lone trainer up on the ridge side and rumours that they were a very talented dragon tamer, he decided to scout the area out for… work. In hindsight he’d admit that his youthful pride under-prepared him, but the short of breath, aching limbs and shivering frame would serve as wonderful tools in the mask he was to pull up. Nothing more convincing than the unavoidable physical relief when warming by the fire.
To be honest, he was grateful he found the hut when he did…
“Uhm… where would you have me put my stuff?” he nervously presents the coat and the hat in each hand. “And forgive my asking… that wonderful smell wouldn’t happen to be food, would it…? Oh, forgive my rambling, it’s been a long journey. Is it okay if I get closer to the fire…?”
“ Oh, um, ” she motions to a small kitchen table surrounded by a handful of chairs. “ You can just leave your things there. ” Had turned away at that point, returning to a burning stove top with a large pot over one of the burners. He’s lucky she tends to make big batches, she thinks -- if not for somebody absolutely starving stepping through her door, then for her Pokemon, and to keep for herself with the coming days. Especially if she anticipated a blizzard. “ It’s stew -- I’ll fill a bowl for you.”
She watches him from the corner of her eye, though it may have seemed like she was more focused on making sure her dinner was just right. “ Go ahead -- just watch out for Markus. ” Sure enough, curled up on a cushion close to the fire was a fairly fluffy Perrserker, horns protruding, back arching as he breathed slowly in his sleep.
“ Were you looking for me? ” Klara stirs her stew as she asks. She’s no stranger to the rumors that travel with the wind, and well, though she prefers the solitude most of the time, it’s no surprise when she receives visitors. Most of them don’t spend much time with a visit anyway, depending on if trainers’ Pokemon are capable of learning what she can teach . . . but he hadn’t mentioned it yet. Usually they’ll ask if she really does what she’s said she could, directly off the bat. Klara could almost feel a gathering storm.
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