OOC: Repost for Tim. :-p
Cold. It was definitely very, very cold out. Critters didn't like the cold,
and this one was certainly no exception. Scurrying away from the white stuff
on the ground, it wriggled it's giant body towards the Weyr. It made it's
way through hallways and passed by peoples who would surely scream if they
saw it; yes, he knew, the ones with the fabric that hung to the ground -
they scream and try to squish It, but It only wanted to find someplace warm.
Ah, the smells, the smells! But It wouldn't be safe there, It knew - It knew
there were Sharpy Thingys in there, Sharpy Thingys that could hurt It worse
than the Squishing People. Ignoring the smells, It scurried through shadows
and corridors, until It all but bumped into the Something.
Looking up, It saw a big....a big Something. But there was cloth on top of
the Something, and it looked Warm. Making It's way up, It burrowed in the
cloth, getting warm.
'It' was a giant critter - well, it was big for what it was, something that
resembled a rat. And 'It' had found it's way into the creche, were things
were bound to be nice and warm. And what better place to be warm, then on a
nice bed - the bed that belonged to Haklat!
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