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"This is Mikleo. I'll get back to you when I can."

[it's just sort of. sniffing. for now. but also steadily approaching.]

You're just not looking very closely.

I'd pull her away, but you said there's no problem, so...

[he's fine. he's definitely fine. no problem here.

he's just gonna subtly try to hide behind her now.]

I prefer to keep my distance, thanks...

[She just kneels down and picks up the fox.]

You really don't want to admit to that, huh...

...Hmph.

[Don't mock. Just stand over there for a while.

Now that he's no longer being chased, he steps back, coughs lightly into a fist, and tries to regain his composure somewhat.]

A-anyway, let's see... do you need the entire floor covered, or just a portion of it?

All of it, please. You arrived after the planet we picked these up from, right?

Yeah, Sorey and I just missed it. It's a shame- I would have liked to see it. We don't really get snow where I was raised, and Glenwood is a fairly warm continent, so we didn't see any while we were traveling around, either.

[He lifts a hand, particles of light forming and spreading outwards until a simplistic staff appears, and he holds it out in front of himself, one end resting on the floor.]

That's kind of a pity. It can be nice.

[your weapon summoning is so overdramatic but she's standing back to watch]

[seraphim are basically gods, they live to be dramatic, shush

He offers up a quiet "hmm" in agreement, closing his eyes to focus properly. Snow is harder to summon than water, since he doesn't really do it as often, and even more rarely in great quantities. But he can remember the hotter days in Elysia with Sorey, when they were small and he was still learning seraphic artes- Sorey begging him to make snow for them to play in, fumbling through the chants until he got it right, laughing as they flung snowballs at each other until the sun melted it all away. He's stronger now than he was then; he just has to hold it, somehow.

He forms the arte within himself, chanting the words under his breath, until finally he releases it, slamming the staff's end against the ground. Cold air bursts outward, blue-and-white energy twisting through the air and becoming miniature flurries as they spread and expand from his staff. The light coats the floor in waves, creating at first a thin dusting of snow, then more, until it's thick enough to reach their ankles from corner to corner. The light then creeps up the walls to the ceiling, and snow begins to fall as if from a cloud.

Once the arte's fully transferred to the air, Mikleo exhales, his breath visible in the now-chilly room, and leans back, feeling a bit drained. That was intense.]

How's that?

[ridiculously cool.]

Impressive. It won't melt?

Not for a while. I'm not sure how long the arte will hold together, so I'll check on it every couple of days until I get a feel for it. If you notice it melting, please let me know.

Okay. I'll look for other options so you won't have to come here so much, too.

You know, since you're scared of foxes.

I'm not-

[...Uuuugh, okay, he is being kind of obvious about it. Dang. His shoulders slump, and he dismisses his staff with a sigh.]

Dogs unsettle me. They're always getting in my face and barking at me. I guess that feeling carries over to animals that share certain qualities with them.

It's all right. It's kind of a funny fear, for someone who seems so composed all the time, that's all.

I'm glad someone's amused by it.

[The support, he's really feeling it.]

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