Snippet #2217828

Azix looked down on the singular flower that was on the deserted land of cold. The whiteness of it looked so majestic and goes well with the environment, that it aspires a single sigh to the watcher. The human took his scythe, rest on the top part of the handle on his shoulder and wrap the rest of his right arm around the rest of the handle, while his backpack was present of his back.

He liked living wildly in the frosted land; it wasn’t crowded, and led him to feel better with the temperature. He didn’t even need his clothing, though, he doesn’t feel the likeness of being naked either; it would just be really awkward when someone would meet up with him. Talking about strangers, with the corner of his eyes, he could see someone that was freezing in the snow. He tilted his head for a second, thinking if it would better to save him. He got down the hill that he was on and walked up to the adolescent.

“Hello there.”

He first stated as the snow hardened on their feet; he wouldn't like the stranger to get to drag down into the snow. Azix made his scythe fell backward on the snow as he took his backpack down his shoulders and searched for some clothing for the poor being.

”You shouldn’t be out in this temperature with that clothing on,” he said as he pulled out clothing that was sufficient to block the coldness and quite large for the structure of the stranger, “Next time, be prepared. We should find the nearest inn…” he looked up at the clouds, like if it was some ways to make him remember where he was. ”Hmmm; Frostberg seems to be the closest." Azix concluded as he turned to the small being, towering next to him. "Can you walk?” he asked as he popped his backpack up his shoulders, holding his scythe again.