AU: Tales from the Snowfields

Context: Sabre finally gets to enjoy not freezing for once lol

Sorry it's a bit short- tired =v='

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[Sabre's POV]

The flames in the fireplace crackle softly, emitting a comforting orange glow throughout the room.

I'm wrapped up in a blanket, sitting in front of the fireplace, a mug of fresh tea in my hands. I was given new, comfier clothes since everything but my hoodie was pretty much ruined before. The rug on the floor I'm sitting on is fluffy, and soft to the touch.

...It's finally warm.

No cold wind making me shiver or icy snow covering me. Since I'm now far underground, the cold weather above can't reach the small town I'm currently in. I don't have to worry about having enough firewood to keep a fire going, the Steves (as I've learned they're called) have made sure to stock plenty and made renewable tree farms to prevent any chance of a shortage.

For the first time in a while, I don't have to fear freezing.

Orange Steve then walks into the room, carrying a book and something smaller. He goes to sit down in one of the two chairs a bit behind me, then notices me sitting in front of the fireplace.

"Oh, there you are!" He smiles. "I just gave up looking for you because I couldn't find you, but you're just right here."

"Hi Orange." I smile back. "Yeah, just... enjoying the warmth."

"Glad you're not gathering ice up on the surface anymore?"

"Oh yeah, that really sucked. I'm not going back up to the surface for a while. I'm sick of snow."

"Already? You just got here." Orange laughs a little.

"Dude, the last time I saw weather other than a snowstorm was months ago." I say, turning around. "It's not just here."

"Oh right... I forgot what Scout told me about. Oh right, this- I was looking for you because I figured you'd want something to do, so..."

He picks up the smaller object and walks over to me, carrying it delicately between two fingers. He still towers over me, but it doesn't bother me as much anymore. I take the object and see it's a book, one that's a normal size. Some local fairytales or something.

"I borrowed a book from one of the elders that you could read! Didn't know what you'd like so I got something simple." Orange explains.

"Thanks man, appreciate it." I say, smiling up at him.

I open the book to the first page, holding my mug in my other hand, but as I started reading I heard Orange still behind me.

"Wouldn't you be more comfortable on the other chair?" He asks.

"Well I would, but it's way too big for me. I can't climb up there." I laugh.

"Well that shouldn't stop you from being comfy!"

Before I know it, Orange has picked me up and carefully sets me down on the large plush chair opposite from the one he was about to sit in. The warmth from the fire is still felt, almost seeming to heat the chair itself. I readjust my blanket for a moment, then look up at Orange as he sits down in the other chair and opens his book.

"Thank you."

"No problem buddy!"

I open my book again, this time interrupted, and Orange and I spend some time together quietly reading by the fire.