Another cold afternoon, though it always seems to pull closer into night at the base of the Icelandite Mountains – but she’s preferred it cold and dark lately anyway. Klara always expects a knock at her door, with all sorts of trainers passing her cabin throughout the day and even in the night. It comes as no surprise when she hears that familiar rattling, and the woman moves to throw a couple of more logs into her fireplace before moving to answer the door.
“ Hello. ” If anything, Klara is best at judging character, judging heart. And first impressions are nothing. Sevipers and Buneary alike have walked through her home. “ I have a fire going. Come in from the cold. ”
🐲 @smiles-and-nods
“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...?”
