The Estate, Glacia, Sunday Fandom Time

[not_a_parakeet]

In Glacia, it was cold.

This generally went without saying, what with it being a place with a name that sounded suspiciously like 'glacier' or 'glacial' or even just the French word for 'really fricking cold,' but it was that sort of cold now that indicated that they were just starting to push past Winsol-and-Christmas and into January, and

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[heromaniac]

[not_a_parakeet]

That was cruel and unusual, Momoko!

Living vicariously through you, now! It's the deep of winter here right now. The closest thing to flying I've done lately would be the run-and-grab I had to make to rescue a falling vase I knocked over while stretching.

Because when you had as much wing as Warren had, stretching indoors did not come strictly recommended.

[heromaniac]

E?!? No way! I am so sorry!!!! It's summer here! I didn't think!!

She frowned. SOMEone was going to get a thermal suit for Christmas

It's too cold even for a short trip around the estate house?

She remembered the winters, but Momoko didn't have wings; she had no idea how cold was too cold for flight.

[not_a_parakeet]

It's cold enough that I'm afraid to open the door, because it might freeze open. It's been storming. Even if I could see where I was going out there, I'd probably still fly into a tree.

Or execute a wonderful crash-landing into a wall or the ice on the river or, hell, he'd find a way to get poison ivy even through six feet of snow in late December.

If you're still out, I wouldn't mind more pictures, though. They're a nice change of pace, and we don't exactly have stellar wi-fi in Glacia on a GOOD day for me to google Hawaii or something.

[glacial_queen]

A quick mental nudge had Nemit pulling out of his dive and winging his way over to Karla who had just entered the room. "Awww, he's just trying to help," Karla cooed, scritching Nemit below his beak. "Weren't you, darling?"

[not_a_parakeet]

"I don't mind help," Warren replied, turning a glance and a little smile in Karla's direction, "but I'm going to be hunting for small, swallowable pointy things around this room for weeks, paranoid that Kayla might find them before I do."

A beat.

"So, uh, Kayla's not allowed in here until we have a whole pack of Scelties try to scent them out, okay?"

Paranoid daddy was paranoid.

[glacial_queen]

"Considering the near-disaster that was Kayla in Nyles' room, I'm inclined to agree," Karla said, transferring Nemit from her hand to her shoulder where he contentedly buried his face in her hair. "On the plus side, Nyles' room is cleaner than it's ever been and now he has incentive to keep it that way."

[not_a_parakeet]

"And I haven't heard a hearth witch muttering about moldy food being tucked in random places in weeks," Warren agreed. "So, I suppose this particular heart attack came with a silver lining."

A pause.

"Let's never let it happen again."

Kayla liked things! And Kayla liked her mouth! Clearly the two had to meet! Constantly.