[the snow is much harder to move than sand, but the traveler trudges on behind Yuan, trying to keep up. it's difficult since he has a longer stride than it does simply by virtue of being human, but it tries. every so often it ruffles its cloak, trying to slough off some of the snow and chirps to Yuan to let him know it's still there and still walking with him. it doesn't mind the walk, but the longer they go, the slower its steps and the icier its cloak becomes.]
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