I grinned impishly at the I.P.A(I.rate P.urple A.ilcorn) and Draconequus, and royal family, as they circled me, obviously preparing some questions for me. And maybe a R.D.L., you never really know with these types of people.

Twilight glowered at me, trying to intimidate me. "Tell me, what are you doing here?" I could feel the butthurt radiating off her.

oh, y'know, having fun, spreading chaos, plotting a bit of world domination on the side
I chuckled as her eye twitched. Oh c'mon, lighten up will ya? I really don't think any of us are in the mood to pick up after one o' yer literal flaming tantrums. Anyways, to answer your question, I don't rightly know. If I'd done the math right, I would've poffed back into existence over in the mountains, like I was s'posed to. But Ah didn't, so Ah didn't. As for your next question, the previous paragraph of me talking is a joke. Also, I would really appreciate it if you'd kindly unBind me so I don't have to go through the trouble of fixing Discord when I bust myself outta here? No? Damn. Too bad the- oh for love of faust.

R.D.L... Crap. True to form, I received a Harmonious Rainbow Death Laser to the face. And turned into a statue made of ice and frost. Which promptly shattered. The shards, deciding that they had better places to be than in the middle of a S.F.T, scattered to the winds. In other words, they summoned up a gust of wind, which then took them all to the Northern Mountains.

I reformed at the entrance to the mountain range, slightly out of breath due to being a bit out of shape. I looked around, catching my breath and deciding whether to head straight to the city, or to check on something that my being not an undead monstrosity probably depended on. Logic winning, I decided to head on over to the Frostbite Forest, which was really just a segment of Everfree that got separated and wound up highly adapted to the cold, which might or might not've been my fault.

I walked, climbed and flew through the mountain range until I reached my destination. A vast valley, the bottom covered by what looked like a downy layer of snow and permafrost. Assuming you weren't anyone with a talent for rocks, or a member of a rock farming family, or just didn't know what to look for, you wouldn't see that the pattern of the grain of the cliffs was wrong for a valley of that depth, meaning that the valley was much deeper than it looked. This illusion of shallowness was the product of the Frostbite's cloud-cover, which was, with a few exceptions, being used to generate a constant, freezing fog to cover the forest itself. Combine that with carnivorous snow-creatures, it was pretty much impossible to not turn into a skele-sicle in there without my say-so. Not that receiving my say-so was necessarily a good thing.

I dove down, past the cloud-cover, and landed silently with a strong gust of wind, which dispersed the snow and fog, revealing a tall, crystalline tree crafted from winter itself. But this was no statue, oh no, this was ALIVE. This Tree was just as much a part of ME as these feathers I wear, although, p'raps a good bit more vital to my continued existence.

I leaned against the tree and sank into it bodily, relaxing into the sense of... Wholeness that most people take for granted... Then again, most people don't have their souls split between a carnivorous, soul-eating tree, a swarm of self-replicating Spiderlings, and their actual body. I mean, Clover the Clever only ever managed a TWO-way split, and SHE'S still wandering Frostbite, torn between herself and a Draugr. Not a pfun time. I personally prefer to attach the Draugrs to a preexisting Hive-mind. Using a Spiderling to the ear canal. Go figure.

anyways, I decided to actually do something productive with my time instead of just saying 'buck it, let's go troll some Windigos.' right off the bat like I usually would. in this unprecedented fit of productivity, I checked on the Spiderlings, I made sure that the Draugrs were at just the right temperature to not melt, checked on the progress of my research on Bifrost, banged my metaphysical head on the appropriate spot on the inside of my physical head when it turned out that it had proven to be an enigma once again, observed the Windigo civilization WITHOUT reducing it back to anarchy, and, of course, spied on my favorite group of protagonists, all without ever leaving the comfort that is sleeping on, and under, myself. interestingly, a blanket of Spiderlings spontaniously formed over my Fleshcore Puppet, which only made me even more comfortable. settling into a long awaited sleep, I tumbled down into Dreamland.

Author's Note

I don't even remember who owns which of the elements I'm borrowing.
I think.
I do remember that the Windigo civilization here originates in the story 'Snow and Wind'
Bifrost is something of Xante's... great... I've summoned him, haven't I?
The Tree is based off of Timberwolf Trees from the story 'Lupine Tree'
And I've lost track of the rest.