A Questionably Proper Host (CA Event Open | Host)
Snowdrift looked out on the Monastery from outside the upper level of the Snowdrift Dojo. Ordinarily, the wild winds swept about the lake, carrying cold air up to the Dojo...which was often wrapped in snow.
Now, that was not the case. If anything, the place was green...with swirling fog wreathing the lake in an almost haunting fashion. Rock spires rose high into the air, moss clinging to them.
Something about this whole situation struck Snowdrift as very unusual. It was only after prolonged periods of hot weather that moss grew...and fog tended to happen in spring and fall...
It mattered not. This was his environment. This was his home.
Snowdrift's eyes closed for a moment. Then he sensed something...or rather, someone.
A figure stood wreathed in the fog behind him.
"Show yourself." Snowdrift commanded. They were not one of his people...he could sense that much.