This was a dream, yet why did he feel cold? Muscles ached from not wearing the right kind of clothes. The chill seeming to spear through his entire body. It hurt to move, to breath, and yet he pushed onward with regret. Farren was not keen with cold weather. He outright despised snow since being raised in the south, yet beyond all of this one thing plagued him as the trio walked.<br/><br/>Who in the hell elected this jackass as leader? Who certainly had less a chance at survival than himself. As Ry asked if they had seen the colossal bird fly away he only nodded. It hadn't been the first he cared about since one of two things. The first was it had not came to attack them, and second which was critical... Farren didn't care in the very least. Ugh, he swore when he woke up he'd stop playing so many fantasy games as it had overwhelmed his imagination.<br/><br/>He was last to catch up, yet first to panic when encountering the bitter cold creature. "What in the he'll is that?!" Eyes widened to the size of saucers, and found himself hiding behind the first available thing which was Madison. A sight to behold as it looked quite funny to see a man hide behind one who was in comparison smaller in stature. Then there was nothing as his vision was temporarily robbed from him by the blinding light.<br/><br/>Just as it had appeared it vanished leaving more questions unanswered and one which head already figured out. This was no dream. To elaborate, random, and scenic for his taste. Calm was the last thing Farren could be when the the girl came demanding answer. A now enraged male balled both fists together resistant to shout out why this was happening to him.