Rutherford wrote:: Do you check out the upstairs/or explore the basement? What do you find?--
Username: EchoIre
Prompt:
Cinna jumped at the strange cries, her heart leaping to her chest. As it went on, however, her expression change from one of fright to one of curiosity. At Rutherford's questioned, Cinna
laughed the sound cutting through the tense atmosphere.
"I'm sorry, I am, it's just-" She drew in a breath, steadying herself and quieting her laughter. "How coincidental would it be for the
Wind-Walker, who has been banished for centuries, to return
right as you finished your story? I think we're fine, Rutherford." Cinna smiles warmly. "I think the darkness and the storm's just getting to us is all. I've seen worse storms on the mountains; I don't think this is the Wind-Walker's doing." She spoke kindly, her voice level and understanding. A few of the lambies nearby her seemed to relax, murmuring among themselves.
"I think we should board up the door and windows, though, not because of a centuries-old villain, but because we don't want to let all the cold air come into the house and freeze us all. Not to mention all the snow we're letting in..." Cinna shook her head. "I'm going upstairs to check for a light. Nobody else has to come up with me, but I think it would be fine to."
With that, Cinna slipped out of the crowd of lambicorns and trotted back up the stairs. She had to jump out of the way of the basement door when the opened it, the blizzard air throwing it open as soon as it was unlocked. With a sheepish apology to those she startled, Cinna stepped out of the basement and - with the help of someone still in the basement - pulled the door shut behind her.
Snow was already building up inside the cabin. The door, still wide open, let in biting gusts of wind that were almost pure white with snow. Cinna shivered and pulled her coat tighter around her. She walked through the snow-filled cabin, searching through drawers and under tables for candles. Her hooves ever-so-slightly melted the snow where she stepped. Periodically, she would breathe out small bursts in attempt to keep herself warm.
A little over ten minutes later, Cinna banged against the door to the basement with her hoof. There were a few blankets draped over and back with quite a few candles between them, and she held a couple more candles in her mouth. After a very chilly minute of waiting, Cinna was let back inside where she gave out the blankets and lit the candles with a few other elementally-affiliated lambicorns.
If there was anything peculiar in the cabin, Cinna was purposefully not paying attention to it. It was too cold to care for much else than getting blankets, some candles, and getting out of the way of the blizzard.
