[voice post]

[mastertemplate]

All these complaints I hear. Snow and nightmares? Windfalls. Blessings.

Complain about nightmares to the man who never sleeps. He'll tell you what you had worth dreaming about that he's never had. Complain about snow to the man who never eats and you'll never forget again that you've had things to eat.

I feel my crown again. A king. Ascension. From

Comments

[Voice]

[tenshinomakai]

[ah...that time again. Urd sounds weary.] And where are you now?

[Voice]

[mastertemplate]

Where a King such as myself reigns: outskirts, borders, the open. Plenty of snow and precisely the amount of company I wish for.

[Voice]

[tenshinomakai]

So you're saying you don't want me to come bring you some food.

[Voice]

[mastertemplate]

[a pause and change in voice that's evident Urd has reached him]

Oh, I suppose it couldn't hurt.

( permavoice )

[whyisthatsosad]

You eat snow, do you?

[mastertemplate]

Not much purpose to it otherwise. What do you do with it?

[whyisthatsosad]

I'm not entirely certain that snow has an actual purpose.

[mastertemplate]

And I'm not entirely certain you have a purpose. Why are you here in the way you are? Is there a reason you have legs or are you just giving The Doctor an excuse to run around like a ponce again?