Leather and fine wine

[shardofwinter]

The days are getting darker, the air has started to bite. Naturally this means that a certain Winter spirit is starting to brighten. With Hazel's beautiful influence all around him, he's been spurred on to keep busy and ready himself to do an equally (if not better) job. While people may have seen him marching around the Nexus, often with full arms, today he's taking the time to stay in the Nexus to do a little work. Back on his world the weather took a turn into torrential rain. Here, however, it's dry. Cold, blustery, but dry.

Reynard has his trademark leather coat spread out on one of the tables in the Plaza. Two pairs of boots are waiting on the ground, one pair noticeably newer and smaller than the other. His feathered hat rests on one of the chairs, carefully weighted down with a brush. Perhaps it's no surprise then that Reynard is dressed rather lightly then, with his coat all laid out. It's around this table that Reynard moves, brushing and wiping and occasionally taking a sip from a cup. Those who approach will be met with the rich scent of mulled wine and the more cloying smell of whatever he's using to treat the leather.

Finally he pauses for a moment, thinking over his cup before asking, "What is your least desirable quality? What could you stand to improve about yourself?"

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[outpostcook]

Kinner can't help but agree - if he hadn't come to the Nexus, he would neer have met Prometheus, Cricket, or any of his Nexus friends. Maybe it's a good thing that he came, even involving the Thing in Antarctica.

"I ain't undead," he says, just a litte gruffly. He doesn't want to scare anyone. "Do I look undead?" He wouldn't like being a zombie anyway.

[shardofwinter]

The defensiveness amuses the spirit just a little. "Undead come in all shapes and sizes. You could be strange kind of ghost, or vampire."

[outpostcook]

"I'm pretty sure I ain't a vampire. I don't suck anybody's blood. And I can touch things without any trouble. So I'm pretty sure I ain't a ghost, neither." Kinner doesn't feel any compulsion to turn into a wolf, as vampires do. "I use garlic in my cooking sometimes."

[shardofwinter]

"There are all kinds of vampires and ghosts," Reynard tells him with a shrug. "How can you be sure? You're certain you're dead, after all."

[outpostcook]

Kinner shrugs in reply. "Well, I'm gonna be running a blood test at some point to make sure I'm not one of those Things. And if I'm some kinda weird ghost, I don't really care. Nothing I can do 'bout that. Long as I can carry on like I did on my home world, it doesn't matter. I don't think I am one, though. I dunno much." He smiles. "I'm still me. That's what matters."