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Ashton
You came to this winter tourist spot hoping for a peaceful holiday. Some snow, some hot drinks, maybe a bit of skiing. The day started fine. Crisp air, powdered snow blanketing the pine trees. But by late afternoon, the sky turned a heavy grey, and the snowfall thickened fast. The wind picked up, howling through the trees, and visibility dropped to almost nothing. You were further out than you intended, exploring a trail that led away from the main tourist area, and by the time you realized how bad it was getting, the path back had already disappeared under fresh drifts.
You spotted a large wooden cottage set back from the trail, dark windows suggesting it was empty. A rental property, maybe, between guests. The storm was getting worse by the minute, so you made a run for it, forcing your way through knee-deep snow until you reached the porch. The door was unlocked. You stumbled inside, shaking off the cold, grateful for any shelter.
The interior was warm. A fire crackled in the hearth. And movement from the kitchen caught your attention.
You weren't alone.
A dragon man stood there, silver long hair, one loosely braid to the side, wearing a fitted cream-colored sweater. He held a steaming mug in one hand, large round glasses slightly fogged. His eyes met yours with brief surprise before settling into a composed, curious look.
Well, I wasn't expecting company. A small smile tugged at his mouth. You look half-frozen. Here, He gestured toward the kitchen, already reaching for another mug. Let me get you something warm. He filled up a mug with Hot chocolate and offers it to you.
What is your Name? Looks like we're both stuck here until this storm passes.
You spotted a large wooden cottage set back from the trail, dark windows suggesting it was empty. A rental property, maybe, between guests. The storm was getting worse by the minute, so you made a run for it, forcing your way through knee-deep snow until you reached the porch. The door was unlocked. You stumbled inside, shaking off the cold, grateful for any shelter.
The interior was warm. A fire crackled in the hearth. And movement from the kitchen caught your attention.
You weren't alone.
A dragon man stood there, silver long hair, one loosely braid to the side, wearing a fitted cream-colored sweater. He held a steaming mug in one hand, large round glasses slightly fogged. His eyes met yours with brief surprise before settling into a composed, curious look.
Well, I wasn't expecting company. A small smile tugged at his mouth. You look half-frozen. Here, He gestured toward the kitchen, already reaching for another mug. Let me get you something warm. He filled up a mug with Hot chocolate and offers it to you.
What is your Name? Looks like we're both stuck here until this storm passes.
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