The harsh winds blew all throughout the empty city streets, causing leaves to rustle across the cobblestone roadways. Not even a single soul seemed to stir within the fall night, for none were stupid enough to be caught out in such a chilling night…all with the exception of one lone person. Hunched over, and huddling to himself for warmth, the young boy clung his legs up to his chest, desperately trying to fight for any heat he could gather. It was all to be in vain as another cold gust of wind blew past him, causing him to shiver violently in response.

Stupid he was, why of all nights did he decide tonight would be the night he would try to make his getaway. At least with them he was warm and not hungry, but to go back now would almost be disastrous for him. Then again, if they found him, the results would be much more worse…Either way it was a lose lose situation. Releasing a exasperated sigh, a few words would cross his thoughts, “Stupid, so stupid.” But the second they would, another gust of wind would swing up and swirl around him, and in response he would do nothing more than cling tighter to his legs. Oh how he had hoped he had a place he could escape to or even a place he could at least hide out in, but even if he did. He wouldn’t be welcomed…That much he was sure of.

Just as it seemed it couldn’t get much worse, his stomach began to growl and rumble from the lack of food. With a twisted frown, he would shut his eyes tightly and rest his chin on his knees with a sigh, “Shut up you. I don’t need any lip from you right now, especially when I’m trying to think here. I’ll figure something out…Something’s bound to turn out in my favor for once…something.”

Another child-like figure entered the city streets only this one was neither cold nor along. His head seemed to be a carved jack-o-lantern similar to many that were present in Balefire at this time. He rode a large flaming bird that gave of a dim eerie purple light. Both Rith and Misery enjoyed the cold winds as well as the misery they spread, of course neither were adversely effected by the cold either. The dark phoenix's clawed feet tapped against the cobblestone road as Rith and Misery passed by house after house. Rith had been in Balefire to keep a few contacts in check. Finding them shouldn't at all prove difficult. They were likely in their homes huddled against some burning flame, it'd be most foolish for anyone to do otherwise.

Misery was the first to notice that there seemed to be one who did not get shelter from the harsh winds. Poor Miserable soul. A good question was who and why. Rith had more than enough to find out. Misery navigated through the cobbled streets, following Farant's misery and hopelessness. It was not long before a huddled figure was seen in front of Rith. It was just a boy, yet why was he out here all alone. "What are you doing all alone in this dreadful cold?" Rith asked from a top Misery. The fact that Rith's carved mouth moved when he spoke probably wouldn't frighten the boy, the biting cold would bring fear of other things to mind and keep them their with it's constant blowing.

(( OOC: Going off the fact that Rith can read his mind. -Nods.- And I had to change the previous post, I'll bold and italicize his thoughts. So they aren't verbal comments, simply mind comments. ))

Sniffling slightly as an added affect from the cold harsh winds that graced his huddled form. A single hand would lift up to lightly brush at his nose, before faltering and instantly move off to his left cheek where a rather large bruise laid raised against his skin. The pain had finally begun to numb from the cold so touching it was no big issue, but his minds trailed off to where it had come from only to pause the second that his ears picked up the sound of hooves. Lifting his head up from his knees, his eyes would fixate themselves upon the form astride the horse. A pumpkin shaped face was all he was able to witness and raised a slight brow as it began to move with each word it spoke.

It had been quite the oddity to say the least, almost something straight from Halloween or perhaps it was. When it had asked its question, the only thing he did was simply shrug, before resting his chin back upon his knees. He didn’t feel like pulling out his book and writing, especially when he was finally able to maintain some of his heat in this current position. If provoked further, he may have more of an interest in responding more to this character, but until then he would simply remain as he were. All the while his thoughts trailed simply over the man’s question, “Like it’s any of his business, it’s not like he could do anything about it.”