A Favor for a Friend

Momi-Cherenkov

Flying_Tonk
Hela throughout the journey was busying herself with taking notes on how the Dze seemed to sense and feel for when weather would occur, with high accuracy and timing. She found it quite intriguing, considering she couldn't recall anyone back home being able to do that. Syl on the otherhand was looking at the changing scenary as they went through the journey, and trying to talk to everyone incessantly, casually bouncing between each one. The cold wasn't that bad for Hela, since she actually had prior enchantments with her gear to keep better insulation and warmt, though the extra garments never hurt. Syl on the other hand was extremely grateful for the extra garments, she didn't outwardly show needing them, but took them immediately and has been bundled since she got them. This lead to her being a tad more muffled when talking and all.
As the seventeenth day was going on, Syl was loosely hanging on the side of one of the Lequn while Hela actually paid attention to Tx̣eł̣eeq, listening to what he said. As she finished hearing him speak, she let out a small sigh, the breathe crystalzing in the air, before wiping off some excess snow that has accumlated on her and spoke, "That is fine...Not like we are in a particular hurry, and as much as I love the cold, it is kinda getting to insufferable levels." As Hela finished saying that Syl popped up behind her and nodded her head vigoursly, "Yep yep yep! This is colder than when my ol' granny gran showed me that specially preserved chunk of ice from up up up uppity north! Apparently it holds dark dreams, but that is silly, it is just ice, am I right guys?" Syl finished saying that within a span of seconds, with the words blending together, Hela just nodded her head, pretending to have listened to any of that.

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With little time before massive clouds from the east and north appeared, the Dze quickly set up the tents and unpacked several...¿braziers? ¿or were those stoves? They could not tell, but they would be placed at the centre of each tent and loaded with a coal-like material, yet odorless and nearly dustless and it burned slowly and calmly, with small but warm flames coming from the devices the Dze used as hearths for their tents, what little smoke they expelled rising up through the small gaps at the top of the tents' roofs, designed for such. The tents quickly warmed to a degree where the Cholish could take off most winter garments and not feel cold...strange people and items indeed.

As snowfall began appearing, the Dze signaled for the Cholish to get inside the tent as the T'aan and the escort made two bonfires on the outside with additional hearths and huddled around those instead of going to the tents first, intending to watch over the camp for the night rather than sleep, surprisingly not minding the cold. The soldiers and the T'aan were not wearing that much clothing asides their traditional garments and armour and yet the felt not the freezing wind and snow, being rather comfortable outside, talking and somehow enjoying the night.

Momi-Cherenkov

Flying_Tonk
The two had made their way into the tents rather soon, and whence inside, it took but nary a moment for the young Syl to pass onto the realm of dreams. Alas, much wasn't the case for Hela, for her mind was running amok from thinking and wonderment. What she found most particular was the Dze and how they seemed to be unaffected by the shivering cold, like the two have been. Hela proceeding to shake her head to dispel the rampant thoughts, and to cool the steam. She stalked out the tent, not exactly wanting to go out again, but her ever curious mind prodded her to do so, lest she go mad with questions. She took a puff of air, freezing in the air as quickly as it came out. Hela clutched her hands together and moved towards the gather of soldiers and T'aan. Of course this would normally being more open to the howling winds, but as she drew nearer, it seemed to actually become…tolerable? This was most preposterous, but then she thought, she noticed the various effects the Dze have had on nature before, but what if there was something more? She continued on her path towards them until she got to the nearest bonfire nearby, she could always assume the heat came from the bonfire, but the range of the warmth started much closer than any flame would reach. Hela didn't want to particularly intrude too much, not like she could sleep when the night was always beautiful here. So, she just wanted to appreciate the sky, and draw the constellations with a wave of her finger, making glowing lines appear faintly, and humming to herself. She supposed that she wouldn't be here long, but thought to enjoy it, and perhaps add another chapter to her book she been writing.

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The clouds in the night began to dissipate, allowing for a clear view of the night sky...far away were faint hints of the planet's right as the two moons rose up in the sky. The stars were mighty visible and cristaline clear, like shining gems on the black waters of the night and many constellations were fully visible, the howling winds moved upwards into the mountain tops and the Dze began to plan for the route tomorrow, discarding valleys where they could see clouds nearby still as those would be most covered by snow.

The Dze would mostly leave Hela to her own thoughts as she accompanied them outside, though they were stranged at a foreigner enjoying such delights as star gazing in the night. They simply talked or watched the brazier's fire and by midnight half of them would go to sleep, the other half remaining, and then in four hours the places would switch.

By this time the calm winds no longer freezing at the touch, the burning fuel of the braziers and the rustling of trees in the valleys below were the only sounds in the night, for the animals slept and the Dze seldom made noise or spoke at all, a reclusive folk afterall.

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Hela grew tired after a while, and decided to just wrap it up. She has plenty of time to view and perceive the effects of these people, it was all very intriguing, and she couldn't wait to write more about it. One day she'll get to go home and write stuff down, but for now, she'll just have to use shorthand writing and notes to satisfy her need to record and observe all that has happened. Hela got up, and made a vague gesture of goodbye before heading back to the tent that Syl was in. as she opened the flap in, a harsh gust came in but for a second, but it caused the poor Syl to shiver. Feeling bad about this, Hela quickly closed the flap and watched Syl grumble a bit in her sleep and then wrap herself somehow deeper in the warmth. Hela sat in her spot and took a second to get a feel of something that has been slowly itching away at her for a while. She got into a meditative pose for a moment to feel her magic, and notice a weird strain on it, and she didn't know what. She blinked out of her small trance in slight worry, she didn't know why there is a strain, but there doesn't seem to be a big worry yet. She just hopes it doesn't progress fast much more, whatever is causing it. She'll keep it to herself for now, it could just be a fluctuation based on the new circumstances and stress from it all, not too strange. If it progresses more so, things could get a tad direr. Hela laid down and went to sleep, if tomorrow is going to be anything like the rest of this journey, she'll want to sleep as much as she can.

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Upon the morning of the eighteenth a soft, lukewarm light beset the camp of the travelers. A slow, gentle breeze replaced the chilling ice of the night and Tx̣eł̣eeq would gaze upon the mountains with glee, the passes were still open, though they would have to hurry. He would knock on the door of the tent where the cholish were sleeping to wake them up while he and his escort disassembled their own, each tent being packed tightly and efficiently by ten dze in less than half an hour. The felt, skin and woolen layers placed gently on top of the giant Moxun while the wooden supports, floors and brazier-stoves were placed in wagons carried by other members of the species.

They would, while the cholish woke up, do this process with the five other tents, leaving theirs for last...although not entirely sure, the dze knew the cholish were magical in nature...they would need that rest, today and progressively more the longer they stayed.

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