dry melting air [open]

[Jonathan Crow]

[aureate]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Summer was a welcome thing in a place like this. Or any place, really, but for someone who was far from fond of the cold, or perhaps of the memories that came with it, he'd been... Well, excited was a bit of an overstatement, but it was a close thing. It means that he can walk outside without fear of frostbite, at the very least. No snow in his boots either, that's a bonus. The doc breathes in the same air Jonathan does, with the same sort of stoicism to boot. He had never fully decided what to think of the people here, but they seemed like the decent sort. At least enough that he's not carrying his rifle or jacket. Always kept the side arm, though, and the pack. Just in case something went wrong. For all of his complaints about being not being some sweetheart hero, he's always prepared. Nothing's wrong today, though.

Instead, he stumbles across something that sparks curiosity and more memories, both twisting Cain's expression to something momentarily unpleasant before he unwinds it. His mouth falls back to a neutral line, cool gaze uninterested. "Been a while since I've seen that," he huffs, crossing his arms over his chest like the snow board is some sorta personal affront to his existence. "It'd make good kindling."

[Jonathan Crow]