Truly, Nida was starting to think that he'd somehow managed to curse his luck without having junctions to the stat. Because as he was walking down the path, off once more toward the far side of the village to check out the more distant public buildings, he found himself once again faced by a flash of silvery fur. Ice mouse. Nida cursed and almost immediately jumped onto an exposed rock near the side of the path.
It wasn't that he was afraid of mice, quite the opposite. The thing would be frightfully cute if it wasn't, well, it. The last time he'd run into one of the things it had frozen his pack seconds after he had climbed out of the fountain. His second run-in had been less in person and more trying to comfort (was that even the right term with how calm she was) 7 after she burned her house down trying to get rid of one. And now here was one, sitting on its hindlegs, looking up at him and quivering its whiskers.
The thing didn't even have the dignity to pretend to be more afraid of him than he was of it. How dare the little silvery beast...
The mouse, clearly with malice of aforethought, jumped at him and Nida didn't move nearly fast enough. A brief brush of it's tail as it scurried up over the rock and down past it, left Nida as part of the trail of ice in its wake, fully encased in far too much cold. Oh, and a lack of air. Suffocation, was he really going out encased in ice?
Regained Confidence
It wasn't that he was afraid of mice, quite the opposite. The thing would be frightfully cute if it wasn't, well, it. The last time he'd run into one of the things it had frozen his pack seconds after he had climbed out of the fountain. His second run-in had been less in person and more trying to comfort (was that even the right term with how calm she was) 7 after she burned her house down trying to get rid of one. And now here was one, sitting on its hindlegs, looking up at him and quivering its whiskers.
The thing didn't even have the dignity to pretend to be more afraid of him than he was of it. How dare the little silvery beast...
The mouse, clearly with malice of aforethought, jumped at him and Nida didn't move nearly fast enough. A brief brush of it's tail as it scurried up over the rock and down past it, left Nida as part of the trail of ice in its wake, fully encased in far too much cold. Oh, and a lack of air. Suffocation, was he really going out encased in ice?