polar plunge

Kaiyo did not like the cold, Mortis assumed correctly. Winter was never his favorite season and he’d lost count how many hours he spent in the baths whenever he hadn’t been training during the cold months. Maybe that was part of the reason he would get called soft.. Hika did his own shedding of memories as he felt himself focus easily on his winged friend. Mort always seemed to manage a grin for him, a gift that Kaiyo tried to return. A soft smile played over his own pale features, turning more into a smile as Mortis promised him hotsprings one day soon. ”Is that a promise?” He asked all too eagerly for how tired he was.

Attention returning to the cold water as he dreamed about hot baths. He exhaled sharply, he’d stopped moving and the cold was all to quick to remind him of the temperature. ”Just that easy.” He took in another breath as Mortis started the countdown and he joined in. ”Two. Three.” And very gingerly Hikaru stepped into the slow moving water. Instantly it felt like all the warmth drained from him but he forced himself forward. He’d endured worse, and at least he was semi warm from the quick lope out here.

He made himself move into deeper water that nearly came up to his knees and elbows. He shivered heavily and felt miserable, but already the dirt was leaving his coat. With chattering teeth he scrambled for the soaps to start washing his white fur clean. All the while gasping in short breaths and shaking all over.