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15 Zi’da 719

The wind howled against the window. The sky was black as pitch despite it being the middle of the day. Snow pelted the side of the cabin with the type of ferocity that one would expect from a hurricane. Thunder crackled loudly, like some sort of violent while being lashed against the very earth itself. The cold was seeping in through the walls at all angles. What the outside world was exposed to, was nothing short of death incarnate. The sort of environment that would kill all but those acclimated to not only extreme conditions, but to the very fact that the world around was falling apart at the seems.

A figure lingered in the middle of the room. Huddled against an open hearth at the center of the main room, they held their hands up against the dying embers of what was once a collection of twigs-- Now turned to almost nothing but ash.

Sybil's flesh was dyed a brilliant red. Their teeth had chattered so much, that they had bitten their tongue more times than they could count. Shuddering, they tried to focus on something, anything, other than the pain of the cold that seeped in from the outside. But the worst part of it all? This cabin was well constructed. The giant of a man that made this place not only made it for a man his size, which all but dwarfed Sybil, but was a woodworker and woodcutter by trade: The cabin was by far one of the most sturdily constructed buildings within a ten mile radius.

... And even then, it was cold enough in this cabin, which held together when half a town could not, to make the tips of Sybil's fingers turn a bluish pale color. It wasn't frostbite, not yet, but it was getting there.

At this point, they had curled into a ball around the exposed hearth. Their body attempting to protect what remained of the embers with their heavily clad form. By comparison, though, the hearth itself looked like a bonfire to Sybil. How they longed when they could walk around the cabin without their cloak on. But... That was the first day of the storm. This was the second season of it. The wood supplies had drained so low... And they hadn't seen the owner of this cabin in a while... Part of them feared the reality that he might... Well. He might have faced a similar fate to the rest.

And so they lay, curled around the dwindling embers, hands almost digging into the ashes, trying, just for a few moments longer, to hang in there.
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-Vri 720, scolding Sybil for disposing of necromancers.

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Wald was stuck in the cold winter, it was blistering. Though he was enduring the pelting blizzard, his body kept itself warm though doing work. He had been chopping for so long now, he would quickly wipe away any sweat that he produced. This was in order not to freeze to death, as getting wet could kill a man in this weather. Well in most cases, the weather would kill anyone who was out in it. Bellows of mist exited his body, as he gathered piece of wood after wood. He had cut down a large tree, he had to get this done in order to keep the cold off when he arrived home.

He would finish his work, as he gathered all the wood on a giant sled. There was no work horse, any animal brought out in this weather would die of frost bit in moments. Wald would grab hold of the ropes himself, and begin pulling the sled himself. Sinking into the snow with each step, he pushed forward to his cabin. He had someone waiting for him, and it was best to not keep them worrying.

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The door busted open as a large man kicked it in, in his arm was firewood. The cold air pushed through trying to take over the cabin further, before he gave it a sturdy slam behind him. Wald moved towards the hearth where a smaller person was nearly eating the final embers to try and warm up. He was breathing heavily, as he had both chopped the wood and pulled it to the cabin. "Sorry I took so long little one." The large man pulled the smaller person away from the hearth, as he loaded the hearth once more with fuel. Giving it a few deep breaths for the fire to start up once more, the roar echoing through the cabin.

His cloths were wet, and he began to take his shirt off. It was the coldest part of his body at that point, as he looked down to the smaller one. "Ya still cold?" The man would sit on the ground where Sybil was, and put an arm around them. Wrapping it tight his body was still warmer then Sybil's after all the work he did. Though Wald threatened to almost crush them with his strength. "Better?"
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By the time that Wald finally pushed his way through the door, the only thing that Sybil had as a means of knowing what was happening was the sudden change of temperature. Their hands, made stiff by the chill to their joints, moved forward to try and protect the embers as they buffeting winds pushed through the doorway. Their eyes widened, as their eyes struggled to even open their tear ducts all the way to begin to sob. The sudden burst of chill against their back felt as though they were being sliced down the spine, and something was being pulled out. All they could do is let out a pained whimper, and protect the flame as best as they could, with what little remained.

But finally, large hands gripped at their shoulder. Sybil was pulled away from what little warmth there was left, and was introduced to the area where they should be sitting. Wald was back, but their body had locked into place, their muscle tissue so contracted that it was hard to move outside of vibrating. It was all their body could do to preserve what bloodflow could circulate. At this point, it felt as though their veins were pumping blood that was a crystalline slurry, rather than something even remotely resembling the warm fluid. They sat on the ground, parts of their hair were now 'dyed' a white color, where their sweat had frozen their bangs, all the way down to their side.

It wasn't long before the fire was burning once more. The thickly insulated cabin was beginning to push out the cold, and replace it with warmth, even with what was being burned. But Sybil's body? It wasn't responding.

They were pulled into a side-long hug with Wald. The man was around twice their size, and Sybil was a decently average sized human. They shuddered, as the warmth hit their skin-- And the first thing Wald would notice was that Sybil felt like a literal icicle. Their body was rigid, and they wouldn't stop quaking in their boots like some sort of frightened prey. The only thing that left their lips was the chattering of teeth: A good sign when it came to identifying if they were even still in the land of the living. A bad sign, when it came to understanding how well they fared in the time he was gone. They had less muscle, and were far smaller than him, after all. Very little to protect against the elements.

The warmth would feel good-- But it would be numbed as Sybil's nerves were confused by the severe cold, almost sent into a numb, deadened state. Shakily, Sybil gives the massive man a nod, and as they open their mouth... They yelp, the shuddering of their jaw enough to bite their tongue again. They press up against the larger man, almost as though looking for protection against the sensation.

Poor thing seems to be driven into a hypothermic terror.
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Wald let out a sigh, as he looked at the poor thing try and put things together. It was quite a sad sight seeing someone so cold they could barely speak of function. All Sybil could do was grasp at the man looking for warmth it would seem. With one arm Wald lifted up Sybil, walking over to where the bed was. There was a thick bear pelt on the top, it was about the only thing that could be used as a cover. He pulled it off, as he walked back to the hearth with Sybil in hand.

Moving the shivering body, Wald sat down with Sybil on his lap. Wald faced the hearth, as he wrapped the fur around the two of them. It would have a slight cold for a few moments, before the body heat and the fire warmed it. Wrapping his arms around the quivering body of Sybil, laying his chin onto of their head. Engulfing the smaller person in their embrace. "Come on now." Wald's hands would rub up and down against Sybil's. His hands found their way up Sybil's cloak, laying on their back with two warm hands. Skin to skin contact was the best way to transfer heat to another.

The chattering of teeth continued, as Wald shook his head. "That wont do come on now." Wald grabbed hold of the bottom of Sybil's cloak, and pulled it off without asking them. Then bringing them in against his chest once again, his hands softly moving up and down on Sybil's back as he embraced them.
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The warmth started as a tingle. Something that they could just feel, ironically enough, just beneath the outer most layer of skin. Wrapped in so tightly against such a larger man, their eyes began to close. Sucking in air through locked, clacking teeth, they tried their best to keep their body as still as possible. But in the end, they had very little control of things, and it was just out of their hands. Their body kept up this inability to move for some time as well, their bones refusing to respond to any of their attempt to move. The only time they were capable of such, was when Wald forced their body to conform to the shape of his lap, and massive torso. They were, in effect, much like a doll.

It was a slow process. The first thing that Wald would notice, from his towering perspective, would be the slow change of color in Sybil's hair. What was once literally frozen, was beginning to melt. Between his heat, and the superior insulation of this cabin, the effect wasn't exactly immediate, but it was definitely doing a great deal. Their clothes, which were once covered in ice-like formations, were now becoming damp against the large man. Sybil's heartbeat was frantic though, and the prospect of warmth, while enough to make them ease enough to close their eyes, the autonomous reactions of their body just wasn't something able to be so readily controlled.

In a flash, their cloak was removed from their body. Their mind was covered by brief shock, before... Slow relief. A careful breath left between chitters of the teeth. Deep down... They found comfort, in such decisions being made for them.

"P-Please..." Sybil finally said. Their voice was strained past the chattering. It was hoarse with dryness, and it physically pained them to keep speaking. But... It was something that the feminine form in Wald's arms was determined to do, in its desperate search for heat, "... L-lay on me..."

Their voice cracked and stammered. They bit their tongue again, as evidenced by the light amount of blood that painted their teeth. It wasn't enough to be worrying, as they weren't freaking out, but it might be slightly unnerving. They press up against Wald, all but trying to merge into him, trying to experience the warmth that the larger man was generating. Slowly, the chattering was getting easier... But it was a case of what was once almost teeth-shattering, was becoming lighter, rather than intermittent.
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The damp cloths were thrown aside, as Wald tried to ring out the student's hair. Just how cold did the small figure get, that ice had formed almost completely on their body. Though slowly the shivering slowed, the teeth slowly stopped trying to break each other. The small figure finally was able to get something out, as Wald looked down to them. "Please?" He asked before they could finish their request. The voice the finished, as a hardy laugh came from the larger man. His chest bounced the small figure for a moment. "I would be liable to crush you if I did such a thing." A smirk came across the man's face.

The bear pelt was soon taken from the two and laid on the floor. As Wald lifted Sybil, placing them onto the fur. It was their request after all, even if it sounded fun to the larger man. It was not up to the student how they would be positioned, as the man moved them to lay flat on their back. The man was soon over the smaller figure, as his weight began to press down atop of them. Stopping only enough weight with his arms on both sides of the figure.

Wald gave a smile as he looked down to the once shivering body. "Better." It was not spoken as a question, more of a statement. Wald knew that the smaller person was more then better, as he pressed enough weight to make breathing harder. He kept enough restraint to not make it impossible. His hand would softly be placed on their head, softly petting the smaller one, as his fingers seemed to massage their scalp slightly as the hand past by.
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A slow breath left Sybil's lips as they were surrounded on all sides by warm flesh.

The weight pressed down upon them, but the extra effort in breathing was something that was a decent trade off for warmth at all corners. As Wald surrounded them, their body would slowly start to loosen up a bit. Warmth began to eke into their musculature, the frozen reactions now giving way to more natural, if rubbery, movements. They pressed the side of their face against the larger man's chest, as they listened to the loud beating of his heart. Wald was massive, and frankly, it felt comforting hearing another's body like this. It was almost... Hypnotic, with how much their body was beginning to give into the sensations.

They had no options. Their body couldn't move, partially due to the streaking, dull pain down their body from the relaxation from constant constriction. They could squirm, but only barely, as the larger man was nearly twice their size, and very much capable of holding them still. And Wald, it seemed, was exercising that ability to the fullest extent. Even down to their breathing, the weight upon them forced them to time their breaths in opposition of Wald's. Breathe in, when he breathed out. Breath out, when he breathed in. It was... Comforting. Someone else was deciding how Sybil would operate, down to the very basics of breathing. A small smile crossed their lips.

It took some time before Sybil's teeth stopped chattering. But beneath such a massive figure? It was like a furnace. Once the heat began to take, it was taking thoroughly. Now their jaw was only chattering a little bit, and in short bursts rather than constant. While their body was recovering, Wald was readily able to tell that they weren't up to what they once were, though. But at this point, they were now capable of basic expression. Tears started to bubble up in their eyes, as they buried their face against Wald, even as he pat them on the head.

"I'm s-s-sorry... I d-d-didn't help..." Their words came out a bit jagged, stammering from the chill, as they sniffled in.

It was just a climax of emotion at this point. Their tears weren't bubbling out because of immediate fear or sadness, but rather the emotional rollercoaster they weren't allowed to express. The salty streams managed to make Sybil's face wet, as they tried to curl further up against Wald, trying to hide their body from the world even more than they already were, face burying into the bear-fur rug.
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Wald's chest started to contract, as he began to laugh again. It was not long but he rolled off the smaller one, he hands catching him. A large grin on the man's face as he looked to the crying Sybil trying to hid from the world. The man had rolled off since he knew that his laughing could make him slip to far down. "And what could you do outside?" Taking the arms of the bear pelt he pulled them over Sybil. "Freeze into ice? That is about it."

Moving the fur he wiped the tears from Sybil's face, as he stood them up. Wald on his knees being able to look them in the eyes, a large smile on the man that matched his stature. "If you were out there, it would not help." Wald lifted Sybil's chin as his second hand moved to stroke their long hair. Before pulling them into a close embrace, locking lips for a few moments.

Wald would pull away, then slowly stand up. "There is something you can do." turning the student around, Wald gave a pat to Sybil's rear pushing them forward. "I got the wood, so you have to make me a meal."

Sybil would be moved without their cloak to the kitchen area of the cabin. There was a stool for them to stand on to get to things. The counter had several things to choose from, and an ice box was to the side of it. It was a solid iron design, it would be filled with snow and ice underneath to keep the contents cold. Inside were pounds of deer meat being kept cool. Wald would add fuel to the oven, then he would stand behind and watch the student.
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Sybil's eyes widened, as Wald pushed forward and locked lips with Sybil's. The moment it happened, their small hands tightened against the larger man's chest. They... Didn't understand, at first. Their lips were slow to move. Yet, they did not pull away, Instead, Sybil pressed in against the larger, protective figure. Wald was someone that they trusted, and he was warm and made them feel so... Safe. Their mind simply allowed it to happen. Even though their lips were chapped, they reciprocated, slightly opening their mouth, as their body temperature flared. Their hands shook in place, as they held onto Wald for stability. Giving in.

When Wald pulled away, the dreamer was only capable of looking up at the larger man in that brief moment of quiet. Their face was still watery, but they moved their exposed forearm to their eye, and wiped away some of the tears. Thankfully, Sybil wasn't fully awake enough to control the dream, and things merely progressed naturally.

The pat on the rear made Sybil's face turn red. Their eyes blinked rapidly as they were pulled from their reverie. Scooted along with the larger man, Sybil was only wearing a pair of boots and some trousers. Their long hair was free along their front, covering some of their smooth, hairless chest. Thankfully, the massive fire raging at the center of the room was keeping everything warm, almost to an excess. It felt... Almost luxurious to Sybil, as they were lead to the preparatory area that served as a kitchen. Then the order came. Their ears perked, as Wald told them what would be expected of them.

It was.. Strange. Just being told to prepare something. It was a basic task, and yet...

They slowly nodded their head, "S-s-sure..." Still stammering from their body's last vestiges of primal reaction to the elongated period of cold. They hesitate before reaching into the ice-box, however. For a moment, it's almost like they're scared of it. Closing their eyes, they swallow, and reach in, grabbing a slab of deer. Now normally, it'd be enough to be a meal for Sybil, this measly portion, but...

They glanced back at Wald, whose watchful eyes stared down at them.

He was massive. He... Needed more, didn't he? Placing the hunk of venison back onto the counter, they reached further into the icebox... Producing something that was nearly half the size of their torso. Taking a breath, they froze for a moment. Massive thing in their hands, they weren't certain what to do with it. Blinking slowly, they glanced to the size of the stove. They were doing quite a bit of pausing, air filling with uncertainty.
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Wald watched over the smaller figure, as they struggled to figure out just what to do. The larger man leaned over, placing his hands onto the counter surrounding them. His hands grabbed hold of a large knife, placing it into the smaller hands of Sybil. Slowly he took a hold of their hands, and gently started to cut the meat with them. "Let the blade to the work, do not force it." Despite the large size of the man, he pushed only gently on the student's hands. His chest pressed against Sybil's back as he did so.

Wald would help with cutting the meat, before leaving for a moment. Grabbing hold of a large iron pot, placing it on the counter. Scooping the meat and placing it inside, as he placed several vegetables in front of Sybil. They would be easier to get through, as Wald put a few more objects in the pot, along with some oil. Before putting everything in to place into the wood oven.

The large figure of Wald soon moved back to get behind Sybil, as the food was placed in the oven. "It will take a few moments to cook." A devilish grin was placed on Wald's face as he lifted the smaller person, as if they were nothing more then a stuffed animal. Before bringing him across the room, to where the bear pelt was once laying.

Before anything else could happen though, Wald's mind shoot awake. The dream had woke him with how it progressed. Though now it would be a blurry memory, before fading into the subconscious.
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