@bitterresolve liked for a starter
If there were ever a more miserable face among those along the Great Icing Ridge, Golden Cheese was one that truly outshone them all whether intended or not. The golden monarch made it well clear to everyone around her how much she wished for a warmer setting- more luxurious, too. At most, pulling her thick lined coat closer against her and her wings was the sole comfort at present.
"Radiant as I am, this cold climate does not suite one such as I." She stared ahead at Dark Cacao's back and frowned at how he managed it. Nothing was pressed on the matter, but she had a feeling it would fall along the lines of 'adapting' to the surroundings much as she preferred the more opposing region for home.
Glorious wings would soon turn to icicles at this rate, but after another series of dragged out groaning did Golden Cheese nearly trip onto the battle warrior king.
"Fire? Warmth? Are we making camp here?"
