Heather Mason
WELLP.

This camping trip sure couldn't have gone any worse.

[The camera is just... literally slowly panning around to show the thick blanket of snow ALL AROUND what had once been a quite sunny little meadow overlooking the base of the Mortar mountain range.]

We have literally been snowed in for like.

A week.

Look at this shit. Look at it. Did we ask for this? No.

[Heaving a sigh, Heather kicks some of it.]

At least it's probably gonna melt quickly. Um, anyway, this is just an update for... whoever cares, I guess? [Mostly letting the people back home know that none of them had DIED.] We're here, we're alive, we're probably gonna fuckin' BOOK IT from town to town from this point on so that we never have to camp again, and-- oh yeah.

My egg from Christmas finally hatched.

Scarlet loves him.

 
 
Yo, this is where I'm at: East of Ecruteak
I'm feeling: lethargic