Re: Merry Christmas from Malfador!
The wind moaned softly around her upright spires as the snow finally began to settle on a hull now cool enough for it not to melt. A crackling groan briefly overwhelmed the wind's noise as the water around the stranded hulk refroze, trapping the ship in it's icy grip. Inside, though her life support is fully functional, the atmosphere is no less icy. The two occupants of the ship sit side by side, staring at the viewscreen that shows only drifting whiteness. Finally, one turns it's four eyes to fix the other with an accusing glare, and spoke for the first time since the crash.
"Just a little closer, says you!"
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