Kimadrid was not comfortable. In fact, he was anything but comfortable.

It was winter in the Black Sheep Weyr, and winter was the worst season of his life. Being a Tesuarian, he was a desert creature, and he did not cope well with the extremely cold winters the Black Sheep Weyr usually experienced. The cold made him suffer.

He'd attempted to remedy this by finding warm places to burrow into. His bed was warm, but it took awhile to get that way, and he didn't like that.The numerous hearths around the weyr were warm too, but every time someone opened a door, waves of cold air assaulted him. The weyr's hotsprings were warm as well, but they left his fur sopping wet, and that just made him colder in the long-run, since his fur, thin as it was, took time to dry. All of this brought him to his current remedy: burrowing into the sands of the BSW's hatching caverns.

This was not particularly comfortable. Sand was everywhere, and laying in it made him feel oddly claustraphobic. It got in his ears, in his fur, in his pants-- everywhere he /didn't/ want it. Tesarians were built for desert living, yes, but that didn't mean they were meant to go around burrowing in sand-- just walk and occasionally lay on it. Laying /in/ it was almost as bad as being cold was.

Evidently, some of his discomfort registered on his face, for the Orange Boy could not stop laughing when he came upon the sight of the mostly-burried kimadrid, glowering out at him from his caccoon of sand. Kimadrid glowered more when the laughter showed no signs of ending, and by the time the Orange Boy was done, he felt about ready to strangle the poor creature, and probably would've had he not loathed leaving the sands.

"Are you an egg now?" the Orange Boy asked, raising his eyebrows at the sand-covered Tesuarian. "Will you hatch soon?"

Kimmy glowered, puffing his fur out as much as he could. "No! It's just cold." he said, in a tone that suggested he was pouting.

The Orange Boy took on a sympathetic expression, through his remaining smile. "Oh, poor you. You're a Tesuarian, right? A desert creature?"

Kimmy nodded, still puffed.

"Well, would you like to come with me, then?" The Orange Boy asked, tilting his head at the Tesuarian.

This confused Kimadrid, and he tilted his head. "Where are you going, now?"
"Oh." the Orange Boy replied, looking slightly taken aback for a moment. "I forgot to say. I'm going to the Abstract Destiny." He paused, smiling widely, "And I'm not entirely sure, but I think it's warmer there. It's a space station, so they probably have temprature controls there-- i dunno if they follow the seasons, though. But there are clutches.. and it might be warm. Wanna come?"

This intrigued Kimadrid, and he stared up at the Orange Boy for a long moment. "Is there enough time to take a bath first? And to oil my flitters."
The Orange Boy smiled widely, "Yep. I'm leaving tomarrow. You'll come?"
"I.. think so. I have to make arrangements first, but I've been meaning to go somewhere and you're right, it might be warmer there." Kimadrid said, beginning the harrowing process of digging himself out of the sand. He smiled warmly, more of his usually-cheerful self showing through, now that his day was beginning to look brighter and a bit warmer. "I just want a bath first."