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When; July 3rd, late night
Rating; PG
Characters; Farah [

omelet_fu] and Meredy [

hweeeeeel]
Summary; Farah and Meredy are convinced that the City has its own set of Craymels and that Celsius is going out of control. Mountain climbing shenanigans ensue.
Log; After going shopping for warmer clothes the day before, Meredy and Farah were on their way to the mountain, trudging through the blizzard at a slow but steady pace. It had taken them a good deal of the day to get there because it was nearly impossible to maneuver the blinding white expanse. It was just like when Celsius had gone out of control, and unfortunately Meredy didn't have Efreet to burn away the snow around them. If only Keele were here to help.

"It is just little further, Farah. We must be tough!" she called over the howling wind, hoping to incite the will to move on in both Farah and herself.

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Despite the horrible visibility, Farah hadn't given up -- she was still trudging onward, warding off the snow as best she could as she tried to follow Meredy through the fields as the white-out raged around them. If she didn't already know about this city she'd have thought it was Peruti again, though she was mildly intrigued about the possibility of there being Craymels here.

"I can handle it no problem!" Farah shouted back over the winds. "I just hope we can get there before things get much worse!"

"You bet! If it gets worse, it will be hard to... continue," Meredy's voice was nearly drowned out by the wind, and she hugged her thick cloak tighter around her frame.

She squinted through the snow, trying to locate the outline of the mountain as they grew closer to it. She could still barely see anything at all and it was so cold. Cold like when Peruti was encased in ice, a kind of cold she wasn't good at handling. She sneezed softly and scrubbed at her eyes to knock away the snowflakes clinging to her lashes. When she opened her eyes again, she could make out the shape, and despite the grueling climate, she smiled.

"There it is, Farah! Meredy can see it!"

Farah only nodded in agreement, a gloved hand clutching her thick coat tighter around her as if it would get blown away. This was definitely much worse than she'd first imagined -- then again, they were getting closer to the mountain, or so she'd hoped. Still, the freezing cold and the chilly winds still pierced her bones despite the thickness of the coats they'd managed to grab before setting off. Still, she was very much encouraged now that she could see the mountains along with Meredy.

"I-I can see it too! We're almost there...!"

Seeing the mountain fueled her spirits, and she practically trying to skip along as she trudged. She smiled back at Farah as she continued on what she hoped was the trail.

"Farah! Do you think Meredy can catch this Craymel too?"

She blinked more snow away from her eyes and- huh. Strange- the snow didn't seem as thick as it was a moment ago. Well, that was definitely a good thing! Maybe the spirit was calming down.

Despite the general craziness of teh out-of-season snowy weather around them, Farah's spirit had brightened considerably as she did her best to run along the snow to catch up.

"Maybe?" Farah responded. "Though if it's another ice-type Craymel like Celsius, I'm not sure if that would work."

She nodded, moving along slowly as she waved a little more snow out of her eyes. There was a pause as she looked -- was it just her or was the storm letting up a little? How odd... either way, she would ask about it later, preferably when they were able to find this mystery Craymel of theirs.

"Maybe Celsius would like talking to City Craymel!"

Meredy continued moving through the snow packed on the ground, looking around excitedly as if the Craymel could be anywhere around them. Which was totally possible, but it was much more likely the Craymel would be at the top of the mountain.

"Farah and Meredy should be careful- remember hearing that mountain has monsters!"

"Maybe?" Farah responded hopefully. "If nothing else, we'd have no problem in figuring out why this city's got Craymels."

She continued to trudge along in teh snow, her expression much better and lighter now that the snow was gone. The lack of a crazy blizzard definitely helped their journey along, too, especially since now they had some visibility, too.

"Ah, you heard that as well?" She looked at her. "Someone told me the same thing -- a Cain Hargreaves, if I have the name right."

"You bet!"

Meredy kept looking around as the snow continued to lighten. That was really weird. Blizzards didn't usually stop so suddenly, did they? Was the spirit already calmed down? Did someone help it?

"Farah... Something not feel right. Snow was very bad, but not bad anymore."

"Huh. Now that you think of it..." Farah paused -- the snow was dwindling. And, as she noticed, it was getting less difficult to ascend the mountain the more they walked. She looked down, the snow starting to melt into slush beneath her feet.

Grabbing Meredy's hand, she surged forward. "Come on, Meredy. The sooner we reach the top, the sooner we can get answers to this." And considering that the summit of the mountain was close, it wouldn't be very long before they reached it.

"You bet...!" Meredy seemed preoccupied though as they hurried along, and made faces at the slush under her feet. Finally she stopped walking all together, looking around.

"Farah- maybe snow is because of curse? Meredy not think Craymel is here..."

There wasn't much Farah could do but frown as they stopped completely, pausing to take in her surroundings as she looked around the mountaintop.

Finally, she sighed. "Maybe... I guess it'd have to be. I don't think there's a Craymel here. What kind of curse is this, though...?"

"Huey say it snow last year like this... also. Maybe it is every year curse?"

Come to think of it, Meredy probably should have mentioned that earlier and it could have saved them this long trek up the mountain side. But it had been really exciting to think that there was a Craymel up here.

"Should we head back now?"

"Really? I heard the same thing from Cain." A pause.

If this really was a yearly event, then they didn't have to worry about there being a Craymel here. Still, a part of her couldn't help but be disappointed that there wasn't anything of the sort here in the City.

Farah nodded, shrugging. "I guess we should... if this is a regular event here then it probably means there's not going to be a Craymel waiting for us." she responded with a note of disappointment in her voice.

Meredy was also disappointed by the revelation. She kicked a little at the snow on the ground, looking around a final time before she started the trek back down.

"It look like City not have Craymels. Meredy wonder what everything is made of here."

There was a sigh before Farah followed after Meredy -- oh, well. At least they knew that it was really a curse, but still. It would've been nice to see a Craymel, too -- though it would've been more of a reminder of their own world, if anything.

"That's... actually a good question." she paused. "If Keele were here, I'd bet he'd know. Though if it's a different world, maybe everything's made of something other than Craymels."

"You bet. Keele would find out how City works."

Reminders from home were nice. Meredy would have liked it, at least. Every so often she glanced around the mountainside, keeping an eye out for enemies, and just in general taking in the sight of it all.

Oh. Isn't that an enemy charging from the underbrush at them? ~~Shenanigan~~ Battle time!

"Farah! Watch out!"

"He would..." Farah trailed off, getting a wistful look in her eyes. It was times like these that she wished she were home. Or, if nothing else, that someone else from home ended up here, as well; terrible as that sounded.

She didn't even have time to ask before she automatically reacted, dodging the enemy that came at them and giving it a good kick in the face. "W-what was that?!"

"Monster!" Meredy responded, stating the obvious. It looks similar to a wolf, and she pulled out a magic lens to spec it. Because that's what you do at the beginning of fight, am I right?

"Be... Careful!"

She pulled out her Craymel cage to cast. And a glyph flicked beneath her feet before lightning began to crackle around her.

"Lightning!"

Indeed, that's what a good fighter and Tales character does at the start of the fight! Farah manages to get out of the way of the spell, the scent of charred monster drifting to her nose as Meredy fries the everloving crap out of it.

"Swallow Dance!"

One set of flying kicks later, the monster crashes back onto the ground, unmoving.

"...I think that should do it, no problem!" Farah responded, inspecting her handiwork.

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