[ he doesn't get up immediately, instead laying there for an extra second or two. There is something peaceful about the winter air, and, for just that brief instant, he thinks about how ridiculous his life has become these past few weeks. What a fool he's been - in several different ways, up to and including making a snowbird on the ground.
But he has a few more days of foolishness to get through, so he pulls himself to his feet. Even though Odile went through extra trouble to offer it, Messmer doesn't take her help - not out of pride, but because he can't imagine she'd be able to pull his weight. ]
I see mine unfamiliarity with snow thou hast easily divined, [ he replies, patting snow off his cloak while his offended serpents burrow back underneath it. ]
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But he has a few more days of foolishness to get through, so he pulls himself to his feet. Even though Odile went through extra trouble to offer it, Messmer doesn't take her help - not out of pride, but because he can't imagine she'd be able to pull his weight. ]
I see mine unfamiliarity with snow thou hast easily divined, [ he replies, patting snow off his cloak while his offended serpents burrow back underneath it. ]