Sion Astal

*oh look, it's a certain silver-haired king, who's apparently been too busy with his research to bother posting much in a while~*

You know, is it really even normal for the weather to get so cold so quickly after such warm weeks? It seems rather unnatural, after all...

*...yeah, that's pretty much all he has to say someone doesn't like the cold*

*here, have an image of a young man with long, silver hair and an outfit that's most definitely not suited to any kind of journey appear on the screen*

Ah, hello. I'm afraid I'm not quite sure how I came to be here- wherever "here" is- but if there's anything anyone could tell me, I'd certainly be glad to hear it. In particular, if anyone could direct me to the nearest place I could acquire more than just one change of clothes. Not that I don't appreciate being given one, but...

*doesn't bother elaborating beyond that; his ridiculously long, silken robes probably speak for themselves just fine. seems about to leave it at that, when something seems to prod him and there's a soft but stern "absol!" from just out of sight of the screen*

Ah, yes, something rather warmer would probably be for the best, as well.

*the following "...sol." possibly sounds less than satisfied, but by then Sion's already turning off the broadcast*