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[timetoseewhaticando]

The weather has never been nicer.

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i am so sorry~ (except i'm not :3)

[nomeatonthesebones]

[Daryl squints up towards the sun, shielding his eyes with his hand, shifting uncomfortably. He isn't exactly well versed in this whole small-talk business.] Nice enough, I guess. Never bothered me none, one way or the other.

[And, come winter time, not much about Daryl's wardrobe will have changed except for the addition of a garishly colored poncho and a pair of fingerless gloves to protect him from the worst of the cold. He isn't exactly a huge fan of taking proper care of himself. His dirty face, weather-beaten, brown and shining with sweat, is testament enough.] Food's easier to come by when it's this bright out.

[janee]

Says you.

i'm sorry that i'm not sorry <3

[timetoseewhaticando]

You're familiar with the outdoors, then? [A stark contrast to the worn figure, Elsa has an impeccable outward appearance. Her eyes tell another story, though.

The snow and wind swirl about, but it hardly phases the young queen.]

What sort do you suggest we look for? There can't be much that is able to sustain their health in this weather.

[timetoseewhaticando]

What is there not to like?

Re: i'm sorry that i'm not sorry <3

[nomeatonthesebones]

Some. [Talkative sort, ain't he? And also a master of understatement. He's been hunting for mice and squirrels since he was young enough to hold a Bowie knife]

[Daryl shrugs a shoulder, hands finding their way under his arms to try and hold onto some of their warmth, the strap of the crossbow bouncing against his back pulling taught.] Could probably rustle up a couple rats, few birds maybe. Tracks'll be easier to follow.

Re: i'm sorry that i'm not sorry <3

[timetoseewhaticando]

[Rats? Birds? The latter wasn't too strange. They ate many a bird dish in Arendelle. Rats, though? Elsa does her best not to cringe or gag at the very thought. Clearly he knows best when it comes to this situation.

Elsa knows of ruling a kingdom and keeping to herself. It must not make for a good traveling companion, though he doesn't need to worry too much about small talk.]

I'm not sure if this will help much, but-- [Elsa holds up her hands before them. Particles began to shape into beautiful shapes. Spiraling and twisting before a glossy sheet of ice forms before them. Still cold and chilled, but perhaps a bit of protection from the elements.]