getting done | finding village

"What a stupid place to live. All the way up in the mountains. Don't they know that it's freezing up here? Who in their right mind would even want to live in the mountains like this especially when it's starting to get cold again." He just found it ridiculous, appalling as well. But he finally managed to find just where these ingrats lived. To him it is almost baffling the place in which they have chosen to live but then again he supposes that the other little piece of land he came on first is the selling point. And from what he can see there is more and more out there. But still he doesn't want to stay in the cold no longer than he has to. But now that he has found the village he makes his way to an unmarked stone house.

The roof is covered in dark green moss, patches of snow hanging on. Icicles cover the eaves and he immediately barges in. The emptiness is prominent and he glances to the large red stoned hearth and it immediately comes to life. He yawns and moves towards the heat as he kicks the door shut behind him. He supposes that it is now time to decorate but he will do so after he warms up his body. Gently he lifts a leg to lightly scratch at his ear, feeling the heat on his bare skin.