the frost, it looks like dust, settled on the world —

[misshuang]

Who: Miss Huang + YOU!
What: general arrival catchall / event-related threads to be added in later.
When: December - January.
Where: Milton for now, may add more later.
Content Warnings: None explicitly, but themes of her canon content warnings may make an appearance in my introspection for her.

Note: I did have Miss Huang on a previous TDM; however, I've apped her in now from a later canonpoint. For that reason, I'll be clean-slating that TDM arrival and bringing her in fresh for new interactions!

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[brushoff]

[ This poor child is absolutely going to freeze to death.

Oh well. Sucks to be her!

Dorian doesn't let that thought show, though. He's still calm and nonchalant, treating this conversation like it's an average, everyday conversation between two average, everyday people, as he points out, ]

That depends entirely on how big the box is. Mind if I come in and take a look myself?

[misshuang]

[ Miss Huang perks up at the offer, enthused. How kind of this stranger! There's no thought at all to be wary of anyone here. Where she's from, no one hurts each other. At least, not on any surface level that can be detected so easily. ]

That would be very much appreciated! [ She cheerfully steps across the porch and inside the cabin's front door, holding it open for the man. Once in, she's moving to the fireplace where she's put in some of those dried pieces of firewood already. The room is dark and extremely cold; she shudders as her breath comes out in puffs of white fog. ]

This is the box I found. Is it... kindling? [ She hands him a small chest that's clearly handmade, within which are a few dozen small chunks of wood. They definitely look ideal for tossing into a fire. ]

[brushoff]

[ Miss Huang is struggling with the cold, it seems to not bother Dorian in the slightest. His breath is still coming out in puffs of fog, but there's no shivering, no teeth chattering, nothing of the sort.

As he reaches for the chest, Dorian's fingers lightly brush against Miss Huang's—and they are freezing. Dorian seemingly takes no notice of that, though, as he opens the chest and gives it a once-over. ]

We'll be able to start a fire with this tonight. But you'll want to gather more kindling for any future fire. Small scraps of wood like this will work—hell, sticks would work as well. Just make certain they're dried out.

[ Dorian makes his way towards the fireplace, bending down to adjust the logs and arrange things for a proper fire. ]

Do you have any matches on you? That'll make things damn easier.