Post by Lillian Gray on Oct 22, 2014 13:06:15 GMT -6
Clint opened his eyes. He was too exhausted keeping them that way, but he hadn't fallen asleep. His hair brushed over his face, indeed having lost the tie which normally kept it back. It was oily and wet from both the days without a decent shower and the snow all around them, flecks of it remained in between his dark locks.
"I've been regulating my t-t-temperature." Clint's teeth chattered together. Alright he was cold, but he hadn't properly healed himself yet, so a bit of cold would be fine. Once he mended his own bones he'd feel a little better. "I'm f-fine."
He looked around, finding that the only thing he could see was the white of the mountaintop. The range wasn't all that large from what he remembered. Clint tried to get a decent bearing of where they were, scanning his memory for how close they'd gotten to Edinburgh. They'd taken a bit of a longer route, trying to stay far from the coasts near Edinburgh. Republic ships were sent there on a daily basis for patrol, some coming all the way from Lindon, a trip which took a month and a half by air, at least with the Taivas. There were always faster means of transportation. In any case, he pushed the thought aside and went back to triangulating a location.
"Northwest of Suttenden...West of Cast-termary." Clint stuttered with the cold. "We need shelter."
Clint turned his head around again. The blaring white snow greeted him once more, but this time he was looking for a dash of gray. Anything which might show the mountain's bare face. If they had the mountain to work with, he could at least work on forming a shelter of snow. A small igloo was better than facing the wind at every minute.
"T-Tessa." He looked back at her in his arms, trying desperately to give him his coat back. He wouldn't have it. "I need you to help me, we n-need to f-f-ind."
It was no use. His teeth would stop chattering the longer they sat there. Clint couldn't stand, he needed Tessa to find somewhere safe to hide before he even thought about healing himself. He'd be out, just like she was, and there'd be no hope of staying remotely warm.
"I've been regulating my t-t-temperature." Clint's teeth chattered together. Alright he was cold, but he hadn't properly healed himself yet, so a bit of cold would be fine. Once he mended his own bones he'd feel a little better. "I'm f-fine."
He looked around, finding that the only thing he could see was the white of the mountaintop. The range wasn't all that large from what he remembered. Clint tried to get a decent bearing of where they were, scanning his memory for how close they'd gotten to Edinburgh. They'd taken a bit of a longer route, trying to stay far from the coasts near Edinburgh. Republic ships were sent there on a daily basis for patrol, some coming all the way from Lindon, a trip which took a month and a half by air, at least with the Taivas. There were always faster means of transportation. In any case, he pushed the thought aside and went back to triangulating a location.
"Northwest of Suttenden...West of Cast-termary." Clint stuttered with the cold. "We need shelter."
Clint turned his head around again. The blaring white snow greeted him once more, but this time he was looking for a dash of gray. Anything which might show the mountain's bare face. If they had the mountain to work with, he could at least work on forming a shelter of snow. A small igloo was better than facing the wind at every minute.
"T-Tessa." He looked back at her in his arms, trying desperately to give him his coat back. He wouldn't have it. "I need you to help me, we n-need to f-f-ind."
It was no use. His teeth would stop chattering the longer they sat there. Clint couldn't stand, he needed Tessa to find somewhere safe to hide before he even thought about healing himself. He'd be out, just like she was, and there'd be no hope of staying remotely warm.
yaaaaay Clint bears <3