conversations: human
conversations:  The bleakness of the night is something that not many say they appreciate in these lands, a bleakness only possibly made worse by a snow storm. Were it half an hour earlier, one could thank whatever divine entity they so chose that such a thing was not the case. Now, not so lucky. It had been raging only so long, and it was more than likely  someone  out there was conversing with whatever said divine entity they'd previous been thanking, wondering what had changed.
  
  A young man wearing little more than pants and light leathers on shins treads the snow, treading the snow as if it were only an inch deep. His lack of a shirt would proclaim to the world that he doesn't want to be a part of said world for very much longer, but he seems not only unperturbed by the current weather situation, but fairly comfortable in the darkness and cold. Finally he speaks up, his one complaint of the storm, "  Where did you go!?  ...Pfff. Storm.   "
conversations: Krimm_Blackleaf:
conversations: human
conversations:  Voices carry only so far in such a storm. Some distance away and unaware of the call, a girl, barely more than a child, really, savors the bite of frost in her lungs as she breathes in deeply. The icy wind tugs at her hood and her ruddy cheeks are a bright red from the cold, but she continues smiling brightly despite the raging weather, circling the edge of a frozen lake. Though nary a footprint on the fresh snow is left in her wake, she's shadowed by the ghostly form of an enormous musk-ox.
  
   "You can feel them, too, can't you, Uitayok? Someone..."  Speaking to her spirit companion, she trails off as she crouches to peer under a large outcropping of ice. Though difficult to see from a distance, the small shelter created by two clashing ice pillars becomes apparent as she kneels, as does the hazy outline of an arctic fox. The spirit of one, anyway.
  
   "Oh, there you are! Hello! I'm Anyu. What's your name?" 
conversations: Grenadier:
conversations: human
conversations:  The shape of the spirit inches forward, as if it's steps were the falling of snow itself. The vague outline seems almost like it's right in front of her and stuck in her peripheral vision at the same time. It's something she's used to, something she's seen countless times. It's head perks and it stands very still, another figure in the storm approaching, this one is the shape of a man.
  
  "  Anyu! I didn't want you stopping, I told you we'd get lost!  "
conversations: Krimm_Blackleaf:
conversations: human
conversations:  The spirit doesn't need to speak for her to understand. Sights and smells and danger approaching. A human like her, but not. Without a connection to the spirits like she has but still connected somehow and  different . Anyu's cheery smile never fades, though.
  
    "It's alright, I promise. It's only Aukaniq. He protects me. You should meet him!"   She explains, standing and turning to the figure behind her as though she already knew where he was. Mostly because, she did. Undaunted by his criticism, she waves her arm widely.
  
    
  "Brother! I made a friend!"  
conversations: Grenadier:
conversations: human
conversations:  Aukaniq peers as he looks through the snow. He squints and focuses, the most vague outline sits there before his sister and he has to fill in the gaps of it's shape with his imagination. He stops squinting and speaks plainly now. "  Yes. Hello. It's very nice to meet you. Anyu, we are now  walking .  "
conversations: Krimm_Blackleaf:
conversations: human
conversations:  Her cheery waving falters, hand returning to her side as Anyu's eyes widen. Her expression puzzled, she turns between the fox and her brother, biting her bottom lip. Leave  now?  She'd never been this far from the village before. What new things did it know? If they left before she had time to ask, she might never know.
  
  It's a moment before her grin returns, smiling as though he'd told a joke, and she pushes a stray strand of hair away as it whips into her face.   "But we just met her!"  
conversations: Grenadier:
conversations: human
conversations:  "  If it matters that much, she'll show up later. Believe me. We gotta keep walking or we're gonna be lost  forever .  " He walks over the snow and closer to the girl. "  They told us there'd be a village nearby, we have to keep moving if we're gonna find it before this storm get's even worse on you.  "
conversations: Krimm_Blackleaf:
conversations: human
conversations:  Anyu fidgets with the strap that ties a great harpoon to her back, clearly torn as the snow falls heavily around them. Finally, she turns around to the fox spirit, bending down and reaching out her gloved hand to it again.   "I have to go now, but we'll be back soon. You'll see!"  
  
  With one final little wave and a cheerful goodbye to the spirit, she scampers to Aukaniq's side -- a surprising feat for one bundled head-to-toe in heavy furs.   "We'd never be lost  forever . We'd just ask for directions."   She informs him brightly over the wind.
conversations: Grenadier:
conversations: human
conversations:  He snorts air from his nose, leaving a faint puff of steam. "  And some mean spirit might lead you the wrong way. You'd see that if I weren't here.  " He takes her hand and begins to walk, toward the direction he was guided in before they'd left. It's been several hours, but still no signs of anything and the blizzard's just as bad as ever.
  
  "  Anyu, I think I'm lost.  "
conversations: Krimm_Blackleaf: