He smacks at the horse, on impulse, only to give it yet another limb to attach to and curl around.
It's cold. I's really cold, like being dunked in ice water-- and the parts of his skin not in contact feel painfully hot in comparison, until the inky blackness claims them too.
Maybe he shouldn't have handed over the reins (ha) quite so quickly.
When he's finally fully covered-- at least, when the Nox has touched every inch of his body-- is when the cold stops, leaving only a lingering tingle.
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It's cold. I's really cold, like being dunked in ice water-- and the parts of his skin not in contact feel painfully hot in comparison, until the inky blackness claims them too.
Maybe he shouldn't have handed over the reins (ha) quite so quickly.
When he's finally fully covered-- at least, when the Nox has touched every inch of his body-- is when the cold stops, leaving only a lingering tingle.
"--that's-- that's it?"