Fall 85th, 511 AV, Mid-morning
She crouched in the snow at the door of the Red Diamond tavern, her fur shimmering as one of the few colours here in the white city of ice and snow. Her attention was focused entirely upon the clouds of frost she caused when she snorted. This was her newest source of amusement in the city (although the snow was still just as fun to enjoy). Her paws shifted in the flattened snow, crunching the cold, frozen water as she tried to keep them warm. Her body heat was creating slush, and she found it starting to get slippery where she stood.
With a sudden snort of condensation, Riley rose off her haunches and began on her way to where she’d stashed her clothes under a nice pile of snow. She tracked it with scent, not trusting her eyes to tell her where she’d left her clothes (there were many piles of snow around her and the Vantha). As she walked, she kicked a few little chunks of snow out of the way, discovering yet another source of amusement in the great, cold city. A purr-like sound rumbled past her throat as she tallied up everything she could do here whenever ennui would choose to hit her, the purr somewhat forced as her species rarely ever did.
Her body wound its way through Vantha legs and around lumbering polar bears in their enviable glory. They knew her for a Kelvic, and so they didn’t question her presence, even though some Vantha were uncertain with her tucking around their bodies like they were stones and she was water. Her long tail flicked to-and-fro as she moved, thinking about knocking over one of these uncertain people and seeing what fun could come out of it.
She wouldn't though. It was getting colder. It had been all Season. The cold was something she had not been ready for when she found herself this far north, and she felt she ought to do something about it (since her coat never got thicker).
