fandomhighdorms | The Deck; Friday Morning [07/10].

Freya understood that this headwave was probably difficult for everyone, and she also figured she should have a much higher constitution for stuff like this, but while, yes, everyone was likely sweltering in this opressive heat, she was pretty sure there weren't many of them who were also sweltering underneath a full body of fur. She was also from a city of perpetual rain, and so the sheer dryness of everything right now made her not only miserable in the heat, but also incredibly homesick for the cool grottos, the relaxing patter of raindrops on Burmecia's domed roofs and exquisite archetecture...

She was hoping maybe going out onto the deck might at least favor her with a breeze or something, or at least a little bit of shade to wallow in, as she flopped onto one of the deck chairs and idly waved a makeshift fan to at least keep her fur from matting to her face with the sweat. If this didn't work, she'd probably just try the beach and swimming; it wasn't like she wasn't already damp....

The loss of her coat and hat wasn't too heartbreaking at the moment, but the disappearance of her shorts and T-shirt were. If only her mother could see her now, dressed in strips of bedhseets wrapped and drapped around her in the style of Cleyran dancer...

If only she was in Cleyra. Sure, she'd be isolated behind a violent windstorm, but at least there'd be wind...

[[ open deck is open, with a slight SP for work warning! ]]