Oh yeah, the winter in the desert thing, in these woods? It kind of scared the crap out of Richie - sure, it was pretty, the way the snow rested upon the ground like a soft cushion and the frozen lake looked picturesque under a layer of white-lace frost. But still - it was just. Something. The ripple and shimmer of magic and power in the air was unmistakable too; it was a lot and Richie just didn't know what to do with it all.
"I mean, I guess - I gotta draw out the tension," was his nervous response, tacking on a rough chuckle, arms breaking out in goosebumps - he was wearing a t-shirt and jeans and now wished he brought a jacket, but whatever.
Like her very own woods, Julia was both pretty and terrifying. Not in a way that Richie thought she might hurt him, but just knowing that it would take this to purge the darkness that had sank in deep - it made him anxious. But since getting engaged, he decided that he wanted as much time as possible with Eddie and ain't no Deadlights virus was going to cut it short. "I didn't come at a bad time, did I?"