Who: Elphias Doge and Cassandra Vablatsky Where: Outside in the snow When: Tuesday afternoon What: The Sight can often cause trouble for those who possess its gifts... Status: In progress
There wasn't too much snow on the ground yet, though it was falling heavily. Elphias huffed a laugh, visible as a small white cloud, when Betsy tried to crawl into his jacket through the collar.
"Hey, sweetie, it's okay, it's just snow," he tried to reassure her, but of course he didn't speak cat and she'd only just begun to recognize her name. "You're being absolutely no fun, I just wanted to dump you in it! Look," Elphias kicked up a very small cloud of snow, but Betsy was very unimpressed, still struggling to get into his jacket and out of the cold. "You have fur, Betsy, it can't be that bad," but she'd begun to tremble in his hands, so maybe it was.
"Hey! Hi!" he called up ahead, upon seeing a familiar face. Or head, really, her face wasn't exactly visible from this angle. "Cassandra, over here! Will you quit wriggling, you? I know, you're cold, I got it. Come on." And Betsy was swept up into Elphias's sleeve.