Mystara closes her eyes tightly to remove the fogginess from her brain. She cannot quite recall what caused Rasmus to take her into his arms or why she feels the way she does. And why is he looking at her like that? That is until she turns her head around to see the colossal half frozen snake, dead where she left it.
Still piecing together her memory, her hands tightly grasp at the leather fabric on the elf’s chest. The whole frightening experience of almost being eaten is rushing back to her as a wave of chills run up her back and down to her toes. The creepy kind of chills that leave goosebumps all over your body. Ice begins to coat her hands like a shining pair of silver gloves. Rasmus tightens his grip around her waist and under her thighs. He pulls her in close to his chest, forcing
