Snow wasn't really something Nida was used to, especially not blizzard quality. Because of that, frankly, he should be in his house, curled up by the fire with the peakitten, talking to Rinoa about adventures they could be having in warmer areas. He could be trying to learn a little bit about cooking in their kitchen, which would be an experience because he was really only good with camp cooking. Instead here he was, stomping slowly through the snow with an armload of wood. He had quite a bit of extra right now and the inn would probably need it, that had been his rational. In addition it wasn't like his home was very far from the inn so surely it shouldn't be too bad.

What he hadn't expected was the path to already to be broken in such a wide swath.

While normally sneaking up on someone was a consequence of his training, right now the clattering and shifting of logs made his approach obvious, even with the muffling affect of snow in the air.

"Hey," he managed to get out, just about chattering between his teeth.