15.Dec.20, 02:51 AM
Yfris was used to the cold thanks to Misty Hold's location where storms could blow in off the ocean and linger due to the mountains surrounding them on the other sides but High Reaches, Bitra, and Benden always tried their best to freeze his nuts and he preferred those stayed toasty, thank you very much!
But he also loved socializing and ice skating was something he didn't exactly excel at but enjoyed enough to participate when the occasion rose. So he was bundled up in fur-lined coat and gloves with a rather charming knitted cap an elderly woman gave him when he arrived. It wasn't his usually his style of hat but Yfris felt he still looked damn good in it.
He had been chatting with a lovely young lady when the world tipped and he was on his back with a strange man pawing at him. "I've usually had more to drink before I find myself in this position," he remarked as his lady friend skated off with a giggle, leaving him stranded.
"I'm sure it's my fault. The ice is meant for gliding, not standing so I was likely rudely in your way." But was he okay? Yfris went through body parts, finding everything intact and the bits meant to wiggle wiggled. His head had connected with the ice but the hat softened the blow from what was already a fairly slow fall.
"And other than my backside starting to go numb from the cold, I appear to be fine. No harm your way, I hope?" Yfris asked as he sat up and looked over his companion. He found a young man that was pleasing to the eye but someone he didn't recognize. Likely a dragonrider given it was one of the days open to friends in the Weyrs. Perhaps he could have even more fun that day.
But he also loved socializing and ice skating was something he didn't exactly excel at but enjoyed enough to participate when the occasion rose. So he was bundled up in fur-lined coat and gloves with a rather charming knitted cap an elderly woman gave him when he arrived. It wasn't his usually his style of hat but Yfris felt he still looked damn good in it.
He had been chatting with a lovely young lady when the world tipped and he was on his back with a strange man pawing at him. "I've usually had more to drink before I find myself in this position," he remarked as his lady friend skated off with a giggle, leaving him stranded.
"I'm sure it's my fault. The ice is meant for gliding, not standing so I was likely rudely in your way." But was he okay? Yfris went through body parts, finding everything intact and the bits meant to wiggle wiggled. His head had connected with the ice but the hat softened the blow from what was already a fairly slow fall.
"And other than my backside starting to go numb from the cold, I appear to be fine. No harm your way, I hope?" Yfris asked as he sat up and looked over his companion. He found a young man that was pleasing to the eye but someone he didn't recognize. Likely a dragonrider given it was one of the days open to friends in the Weyrs. Perhaps he could have even more fun that day.