A very happy thought. Jason grimaces at the visceral knowledge that he's essentially riding a glass steed. Well, if it collapses into splintering death around him, he has about four layers of heavy clothing for it to cut through first, at least.
He is distracted from a thorough imagining of exactly how irritating and painful it will be to be impaled by splinters of oversized bone by the entity tapping at his wrist.
--no, not his wrist, the damned bracelet-tablet thing. Jason frowns, not so much for his mount as for the bracelet in general. He moves to tug up his sleeve before remembering that is probably an awful idea at the moment.
"--I barely manage the damned thing even when my fingers aren't in three layers of gloving," he says wryly. "Technology is not my strong suit. Are you suggesting we might be able to better communicate using it?"
His head snaps up after saying that, eyes scanning the white landscape behind his snow-goggles. He thought he'd registered movement out there in the snow.
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He is distracted from a thorough imagining of exactly how irritating and painful it will be to be impaled by splinters of oversized bone by the entity tapping at his wrist.
--no, not his wrist, the damned bracelet-tablet thing. Jason frowns, not so much for his mount as for the bracelet in general. He moves to tug up his sleeve before remembering that is probably an awful idea at the moment.
"--I barely manage the damned thing even when my fingers aren't in three layers of gloving," he says wryly. "Technology is not my strong suit. Are you suggesting we might be able to better communicate using it?"
His head snaps up after saying that, eyes scanning the white landscape behind his snow-goggles. He thought he'd registered movement out there in the snow.