Why people don't like spirits

[shardofwinter]

The weather has been irritatingly unpredictable this year. Sunny one day, a blizzard the next. It's almost impossible to plan for. Today Reynard has made sure the Nexus is smothered in a thick blanket of snow, and it's nearly perfectly smooth. The Nexus might as well be a different landscape. It's hard to tell what a person is stepping on until they take the chance to wade in. Bins, boulders, benches, street curbs are all probably the most normal things a traveller might find themselves cracking shins and toes against.

At a very strategically chosen point however, some poor people find themselves in a bit of a bother. After getting this far all it takes is one step and they find themselves chest deep in the snow. Struggling will only testify to how packed tight the freezing blanket is. Digging themselves out might be possible, but slow.

It doesn't take long before a sing-song voice comes through the air.

"A house for a five headed creature,
A tool that carves rock and earth,
A measure against misadventure,
A gift often owned from birth."

Reynard walks on top of the snow with his usual confident stroll. He crouches in front of his unfortunate victim, tilts his head and asks, "What am I?"

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[shardofwinter]

The swinub isn't the only one enjoying all of this. Reaching out a hand, Reynard pats the friendly little creature when it comes close enough. Whether it knew it or not, it had done well. He's happy to pet the piglet while Lawrence gets his almost-cursing out of his system.

"I'm not sure," he says in mock-thoughtfulness. Turning from the swinub to Lawrence he tilts his head the other way. "What's in it for me?"

[weathering_it]

"What's –" UGH! This fucking place. It's always riddles this, bad weather that, stupid tricks and schemes and that time he got turned into a woman but nobody noticed because he has no friends.

Lawrence squirms uncomfortably in the snow. "I'll show you a funny trick my robotic hand can do?" He lifts his right hand and wiggles the fingers, but he's wearing a glove. It's not like Reynard can tell whether or not Lawrence even has a robotic hand.

[shardofwinter]

Reynard watches Lawrence's fingers wag at him with a dead eyed stare. Once the other man is quite done he drawls, "Oh, yes, completely worth it."

He turns back to the other man and peers at him. "I think I'd much rather see you try and answer my riddle."

[weathering_it]

"Wh-- Tha-- That wasn't the trick!"

He hangs his head and sighs. It's pointless. He's probably not negotiating his way out of this. Little Buddy scuttles over by him and tries to root himself in under Lawrence's arm pit. It's a tight squeeze, but he makes it and coos comfortably when he's found his spot.

"What was the riddle again?" Lawrence asks, already emotionally defeated. "I wasn't listening to you earlier."

[shardofwinter]

The deadpan expression is almost immediately replaced by a large smile when Lawrence asks him to repeat this question. Even if he gets a sarcastic reply it might at least be a small attempt.

"A house for a five headed creature,
A tool that carves rock and earth,
A measure against misadventure,
A gift often owned from birth.,
What am I?"