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PF - The Flash Freeze

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Morrigan trudged into the barn unceremoniously, snow falling from her paws and tails as she shook herself out, Conobar following suit as he trailed behind her. Under each arm, an Uzala was tucked... Even Conobar carried one, wriggling unceremoniously as the amalgam carried him by the scruff with the patience of a perfect saint. The place was right as it was when they had left it after their first drop-off, Vulcan snoozing near their setup, a playpen of Uzala and Myskia, diligently working away at the loom with a speed no human could possibly have kept up with- two piles had already been claimed, and yet another pile- this time, plain blankets- grew next to Myskia, Nettla settled at the girl's feet. Cashmere lounged on the blankets, purring contentedly with one slit eye open to watch the new additions to the barn, otherwise enjoying her new personal heater and bodyguard, even if he snored louder than the wind outside dared to howl.

"Okay, little ones, in you go," Morrigan said, placing blep-ing saber kittens into the improvised pen Myskia had set up- it was already frosting, but the warmth of the barn, helped by Vulcan himself, the living heater of an amalgam, was staving off the worst of the Uzala's effects and saving the barn from becoming a mirror of what was happening outside.

"You know, they're kinda cute, once you get past the whole 'destroying Southport' thing," The fox mused, giggling as she leaned over the pen railing to tickle a particularly playful Uzala before Pumpernickel jumped in, setting off a rolling tussle that contributed just a little bit more to the frost.

"Yes well, I think I'd find myself a bit more endeared if they didn't come to destroy all my hard work- that pen has had to be repaired twice since you left- twice!" Myskia snapped from where she sat on her loom- something that was shoved closer to the pen in question, by Vulcan no less, by the look of the light scorch marks marring the wood. "They're troublesome little beasties- one of them tried to take over the barn before dear Vulcan set him right," The little vaus nodded seriously, never turning her attention from working her loom at a high pace, Nettla eyeing the pen of Uzala and Morrigan both from her spot on the little lady's feet, "It gave Alala such a fright she ran out to the pasture and I haven't seen her since."

Morrigan smothered a giggle at Conobar's dark look- as over excitable as she was, Myskia was just as dramatic, and it never ceased to amuse her. "Poor foxy, and you haven't checked on her? Mareep can spook as easily as Mudsdale, you know," Morrigan teased- she wasn't really concerned, considering she was fully confident in the tiny gijinka's abilities- she had been the one to place Alala on a rampaging Mudsdale's back, after all, and she was fine, everything was fine, everyone just coddled the little 'uns too much.

That, however, was the point Myskia paused in her work, looking over her shoulder with narrowed baby blues and all the malice one could fit in a four-foot-tall body.

"I have been up since before dawn. That's 18 hours. I will still be up in 18 more hours, because this blasted snow isn't stopping and there aren't nearly enough crafters to keep up with the demand we have for blankets, sweaters, scarves and anything ELSE that can stave off the snow, much less to conduct repairs on buildings. I'm sure it's nice and well for you to prance in the snow all day and enjoy cuddling kittens and cracking jokes, but I swear to Xerneas if you don't get out of my barn in the next five seconds, I will have Vulcan burn all nine of your tails off."

It was something comical, cute little Vaus all in pink and gold, hissing, but even as Morrigan giggled, Vulcan- large and imposing as the Alolan Golem/Tyranitar was- gulped, curling a little further in on himself in an effort to pretend he was even more asleep than he had been. Definitely asleep, so much snoring, definitely nothing to see there- even if he was Morrigan's Pokemon and not Myskia's, the crafter had her ways...

"Well, nothing's quite as warm as your welcome, Myskia... But I think I'd prefer the warmth of the meadow. I'll take the hint and go check on Alala," Morrigan grinned, not nearly as fazed as Vulcan or Conobar- who was already padding to the pasture door- even when Nettla rose to watch the troublesome pair go, leaving Myskia in mostly-quiet peace to watch the Uzala and continue her work, Cashmere bristling from her bed of blankets at the gust of air that came from outside, thoroughly disturbed by the sudden gush of cold.

The door had to be properly shoved to open- the snow had piled against it outside and poured through the opening even as Morrigan and her partner pushed their way out into the pasture, door slamming shut behind them more due to the wind than Morrigan's efforts. "That is odd, though, Conobar," She finally said out loud, shaking the snow from her head as she tightened the scarf around her neck, "Most of the Uzala have been captured- the blizzard should be letting up already...."

Her musing was interrupted by a very quiet sound- so quiet, it was almost swallowed by the sound of the howling winds of the blizzard. Ears perked, Morrigan looked over and there she was, little Alala, huddled in a fetal position and almost buried by the snow as she sobbed and whimpered, a concerning sight if ever there was one.

"Oh, Alala," Morrigan sighed softly, crouching in front of the Fennekin gijinka as she unwound her scarf- she was fire and ice- this weather must be terribly uncomfortable for a little fire type to sit out in all day, "What are you doing sniffling out here, sweetheart? You're going to catch your death."

The only answer to be found was inconsolable blubbering as Alala whined through her sobs- if she was trying to communicate, Morrigan certainly didn't know what she was saying... but the distress was something heartbreaking from the tiny girl, and so Morrigan sighed, flopping into the snow next to her, unfastening her hood and cowl despite the howling, raging storm that tugged at her newly exposed hair and ears.

The fabric seemed to swallow Alala, dropped on the fennekin gijinka with little care or ceremony, a bit of protection from the world before Morrigan draped an arm over her, pulling the tinier fox close to her side, bending to press her nose into the bundled girl in a comforting gesture.

"Breathe, Alala," Morrigan said softly, rubbing a paw down the covered fennekin even as Alala finally worked her sniffling face out of the bundle, "I know it's scary- but we can't afford to sit down and be scared. Remember the skeleton? If we'd stopped in fear then, South Port wouldn't exist. This is just wrangling some sheep into the barn, easy-peasy, right? We can freak out afterwards, but right now we have a serious sheepcicle problem.... You with me, hun?"

At first, the only answer was the howling wind as Morrigan kept her ears perked for her tiny friend's voice- she was not the most eloquent for solving problems, perhaps, but it was a failing that would have to be rectified some other time, not in the middle of a blizzard and possible onslaught of the settlement.

Morrigan finally sighed, opening her maw to speak again when a tiny voice spoke up, almost snatched out of the air by the wind itself, "Okay."

Morrigan held out a guiding paw as Alala pushed herself to her feet, sniffling and wiping her face bravely, "You're right, I..... I'll be afraid later. Velvet and the rest of the ewes are probably freezing, and just as scared... We should get them inside."

"Atta girl," Morrigan purred, "I knew you had it in you," finally allowing the nerves to work out of her posture, giggling at the sight of Alala, filled with new resolve, swallowed by the cowl Morrigan had dropped on her- where it did not trail in the snow, it flapped heavily, making the fennekin gijinka look something like a child dressed in a sheet- if only she wore white instead of red!

"Let's not have you trying to fly without wings though, yeah?" Morrigan smiled, snatching the nervous girl up in her arms and placing her squarely on Conobar's back, the feather and fluff on the Pokemon nearly swallowing her, "Many hands make light the heavy work, right? I'll dig em up and ya'll herd 'em in, how about that?" Morrigan beamed, earning a shy smile back and a nod before the pair promptly set to the task, barreling through the snow without abandon- Morrigan was determined to make the task see brighter- for whatever reason Alala was so afraid.

"And let me tell you about what happened this morning with Chrome while we're at it! You see...."
Another writing collab between myself and Daffupanda as we try and figure out the best way in which to do this... Spoiler alert, so far "the best way" involves a lotta flailing and slow writing |D

Featuring Morrigan, Myskia, and Alala Varus! One with Chrome and Morrigan.... Maybe coming soon, We'll see!

Conobar | 1,521 words | 6 levels! | +2 bonus levels! | Event Bonus! | 14 levels
Nettla | 1,521 words | 6 levels! | +2 bonus levels! | Event Bonus! |  14 levels
Cashmere | 1,521 words | 6 levels! | +2 bonus levels! | Event Bonus! | 14 levels
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