Cooling Down [Open to all]
Aug 21, 2019 18:04:03 GMT -5
Post by Ronno on Aug 21, 2019 18:04:03 GMT -5
Ronno walked slowly, panting from the heat. When was it ever not hot in this land? It never got this warm at home, nor this humid. The whitetail warily watched the Men on either side of him. To judge from their chatter, they were on their way to cool off. Ronno didn’t trust them, but they sure seemed to know the land better than him.
Well, at least the Man-fawns were keeping their distance. Back at the Oasis, many of the Man-fawns kept running up to him, patting his sides and neck— just the memory made him shudder. Many of the Men-sires seem to think Ronno was just some kind of “Anna-mo-tron-ic,” whatever that was. Perhaps it was the different locations: the Oasis was located in Animal Kingdom, where people seemed to expect to be able to interact with different animals.
Ronno continued along a path, staring at the trees. Rough bark, leaves sprouting like feathers into the cerulean blue sky. Then there were some that seemed to have no leaves, just lopsided branches. Oddest of all: a large tree on either side, with branches that seemed to join in the middle— but how?
Ronno’s ears pricked at the sight ahead of him. Ice and snow! Patches of it here and there. Icicles from the thickets! Evergreen trees! Oh it had been so long since he had smelled the pine. And— Men shaped snowdrifts? It took Ronno a few minutes of suspicious sniffing before he decided it was just snowdrifts.
Ronno’s hooves pressed into fetlock-deep snow. “Wow!” he heard one Wif-Man tell her mate. “Look! Last time, all of this ice and stuff were just painted plastic. I wonder how they keep it from melting too fast?”
“I remember that,” her mate answered, peeking around the bundle of pouches and leaves he was carrying. “I wonder when they replaced it?”
What was plastic? Replaced what? The Wif-Man had a point: how come the ice wasn’t completely melted in this weather? The whitetail couldn’t make heads or tails of this conversation, so he loped on.
There was a large pool of sharp-smelling water, churned at the edges from tall waterfalls. Ronno hesitated, but eventually decided he wanted a place with a little less Men.
Further along, he came across a river, with thick tendrils growing along the top like ivy. Ice floes dotted a natural bridge along.
“Too cold!” shuddered one of the Were-Men, climbing back out and wrapping a leaf around him. “I know Disney’s all about authenticity, but come on!”
Well! If the Men though this water was too cold, then they would keep their distance. Keeping his head low to avoid tangling his antlers in the low growing ivy, Ronno sprang to one of the ice floes—and missed. Ronno splashed into the water. Oh it was indeed icy— but how wonderfully cool it was! For the first time since he had come here, the whitetail was happy, swimming around the pool.
OOC: Ronno doesn’t know it, but Blizzard Beach is currently living up to its name! The whitetail from Maine thinks this is great, but as you can tell, the tourists are having a bit more of a mixed reaction…
Well, at least the Man-fawns were keeping their distance. Back at the Oasis, many of the Man-fawns kept running up to him, patting his sides and neck— just the memory made him shudder. Many of the Men-sires seem to think Ronno was just some kind of “Anna-mo-tron-ic,” whatever that was. Perhaps it was the different locations: the Oasis was located in Animal Kingdom, where people seemed to expect to be able to interact with different animals.
Ronno continued along a path, staring at the trees. Rough bark, leaves sprouting like feathers into the cerulean blue sky. Then there were some that seemed to have no leaves, just lopsided branches. Oddest of all: a large tree on either side, with branches that seemed to join in the middle— but how?
Ronno’s ears pricked at the sight ahead of him. Ice and snow! Patches of it here and there. Icicles from the thickets! Evergreen trees! Oh it had been so long since he had smelled the pine. And— Men shaped snowdrifts? It took Ronno a few minutes of suspicious sniffing before he decided it was just snowdrifts.
Ronno’s hooves pressed into fetlock-deep snow. “Wow!” he heard one Wif-Man tell her mate. “Look! Last time, all of this ice and stuff were just painted plastic. I wonder how they keep it from melting too fast?”
“I remember that,” her mate answered, peeking around the bundle of pouches and leaves he was carrying. “I wonder when they replaced it?”
What was plastic? Replaced what? The Wif-Man had a point: how come the ice wasn’t completely melted in this weather? The whitetail couldn’t make heads or tails of this conversation, so he loped on.
There was a large pool of sharp-smelling water, churned at the edges from tall waterfalls. Ronno hesitated, but eventually decided he wanted a place with a little less Men.
Further along, he came across a river, with thick tendrils growing along the top like ivy. Ice floes dotted a natural bridge along.
“Too cold!” shuddered one of the Were-Men, climbing back out and wrapping a leaf around him. “I know Disney’s all about authenticity, but come on!”
Well! If the Men though this water was too cold, then they would keep their distance. Keeping his head low to avoid tangling his antlers in the low growing ivy, Ronno sprang to one of the ice floes—and missed. Ronno splashed into the water. Oh it was indeed icy— but how wonderfully cool it was! For the first time since he had come here, the whitetail was happy, swimming around the pool.
OOC: Ronno doesn’t know it, but Blizzard Beach is currently living up to its name! The whitetail from Maine thinks this is great, but as you can tell, the tourists are having a bit more of a mixed reaction…