Diamond Dusted Mysteries!
[Exploring like a little monkey has its consequences. On one hand, you find amazing things no one else likely will due to the lengths you'll go. On the other? You end up in places you're not expecting.
Going through a door and winding yourself knee-deep in snow... well.
That's one of those things you're not expecting. And it's what Whitlea's got happening right now. Recap for those of you who haven't seen a picture in a while: she's not really dressed for winter weather.
This is so many levels of unfair. She's not liking this at all, so the first escape she gets, she's running into the lone cabin in the snowy field to get out of the subzero temperatures and recover the feeling in her legs.]
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I don't even know how I'm supposed to get out of here. [Mumbling to herself, she takes stock of the currently-empty cabin, looking out the window at the totally white... everything. She doesn't have a flying-type Pokemon right now, and even if she did, isn't it snowing too hard for flying to even be efficient?
She'd just get blown off course.]
Ughh. Help please.
[Grumbling, she flops forward against the table, letting her forehead hit the wood.]
