snowtop: (sadness)
[At first, there is no sound; there is only the image of Xanth's forearm. Lines of letters curl around his fingers, twist around his hand, and spiral onto his arm. The ink, jet black, is stark against his pale skin.]

Th-this-- it means I-I've been-- t-too quiet, right? I-It... it wants me to-- t-to say... s-something.

[It's been a while since he's checked in, made sure people knew he hadn't vanished, but there is nothing to say.

The feed remains set on Xanth's arm.]


I'm... o-okay. I'm s--still here.

A-Are... are you guys... o-okay, too?

[He heard that crack some days ago. No one has called for help on the journals, so no one was hurt in the expedition that came after, and no one had been hurt during the initial bang.

Or so he hopes.]
snowtop: (unsure)
[A recent conversation with Kairi led to her finding a skirt in his nest of clothing on Xanth's bed.

He was using it as a blanket, honest. It had just been so much simpler to bed down in clothes instead of having someone make blankets. But he doesn't want a repeat of this event, so...]


U-Uhm, uh, s-so.

Is-- i-is anyone willing t-to, maybe, m-make me s-some blankets? I-I, uh, I k-kind of-- h-have some m-materials, th-they just... a-aren't... i-in blanket form y-yet.

A-And I, uh, I--I don't know h-how to make b-blankets. I-I can sew, I-I'm not-- n-not entirely useless, I-I just, i-if-- if s-someone could h-help, maybe, that-- that would-- b-be great.

A-And I-- I-I'm not asking for this for-- for free, o-or anything, I-- I-I'll do something i-in return!

[He's just not really sure what, yet.]