* Smells like salty slush.

[bleakdrake]

It stands near the edge. Not for any particular reason; the edge is merely where they first appeared.

She's barely aware of the change, expressions as blank as they could manage. The clouds are close enough to the room in the Lab where it stayed that they're almost comfortable, or at least as comfortable as a mass of creatures fused together and kept from their families (and so losing itself) could ever possibly be.

Anyone else stumbling over them, however, will likely be...far more uncomfortable. An icy-dusty-melting creature, looming in the foggy banks where it'll seem she simply appears despite not moving a step.

The only warning--the only clue that she's even there for those not particularly searching for something along the edge--that they're there is her voice, cracking and exhausted and chilling, drifting over the wind.

"Sn...ow...y..."

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[justletmewin]

Asriel's exploration of the island eventually takes him to the Edge. The closest he got to seeing this much fog in his life was the blizzard connecting Snowdin and Waterfall. He had always assumed that the clouds in his books or pictures of the sky was made of a more solid matter, like cotton candy. He'd been a little disappointed when Chara told him you couldn't touch clouds; he liked his view better. He woke up in his father's garden, not the True Lab, so Asriel wasn't as familiar with the place as he ought to be, nor did he know about the Amalgamates...

His fur stands on end at the sound of her voice, his hands shaking while his eyes become mere pinpricks. "Who... Who's there?"

[bleakdrake]

She barely reacts. He hasn't gotten close enough for them to see yet, and it won't do much when there's only sound.

"Sn...ow...y..." she calls again.

[justletmewin]

"A-Are you lost? I-I can help you out of this place! I can, I... can..." How does he lead someone out of fog though? He still can't see... Snowy, or whoever that is. His mother once said if he ever got lost, like in the Ruins for example, it was best to stay in one place until someone found you. (But nobody came.) So maybe if he waited and kept calling out, whoever that voice is will follow him.

[bleakdrake]

"...Sn...ow...y...?"

It seems slightly aware that there's some sort of change, now. She hears his voice, even if they can't decipher the words or the meaning of his tone.

Asriel will hear a strange, heavy-sounding thud; the sound of her footstep as she turns to peer into the fog in his direction.

[justletmewin]

The thud makes him jump, but he knows the direction the voice is coming from now. Any moment, they'll be coming for him. No matter how terrified he is, he's rooted (ha ha... ha ha... but it's not funny) to the spot. This person--monster--human?--needed him. He won't abandon them. He won't leave them behind.

[bleakdrake]

The wait will be agonizingly long. It has no reason to move. She can't hear anything more. But some of them want to investigate, noticing that something is wrong--with their feet, at the very least; there's something fibrous tickling at the bottom of them, their talons and the part of them that spills across the floor. Because of course it's a floor. Nearly all of their memories are only of the lab.

Eventually, though, the creeping curiosity wins out.

With a horrible noise every step--and a growing sense of cold--she lumbers toward him through the fog.

[justletmewin]

Oh god oh god oh god oh god.

His hands rise to his mouth to contain the cry bubbling in his throat. Was this... Mrs. Drake? He and Chara didn't play much with Snowdrake, but he remembered his mom being nice. There may be other monsters he recognizes too, but they're all gooped together with... her? Them?

"H-H-Hi... I... I don't know if you r-remember me..."

[bleakdrake]

She lowers its body to look at him better.

They don't know him, not in the way he knows her. A familiar chord is struck within her at the sight of his fur--white, like something she'd seen before, like protection from the something-she'd-seen-before, the cold that's too much and not enough and she needs and they hate.

"Sn..ow..."

The Amalgamate pushes forward, nearly bumping him with their melting beak.

[justletmewin]

Her touch is like melting ice cream and it sticks in his sweater and his fur, chilling him to the bone in more ways than one.

"I-It'll be okay, Mrs. Drake! We'll find someone at the castle who can help you! There's got to be a way. There has to be a way! Here... I'll lead you out..."

He takes her wing (hand? twig? neither? all?) and slowly guides her through the fog. It melts all over his hand, and it takes everything in his power not to pull back in revulsion. Nor does he try not to dwell on the possibility that he could get glued to her--them?--too.

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[bleakdrake]

'Help'. Very little could help them, but the word reminds her of one who tried: "Doc...tor?"

A few steps in, something that feels like fingers wraps around his. Something that wasn't from Frostdrake, as she never had hands in that way, but whichever part of it that caused the action gained comfort from the gesture.

Perhaps he'll feel that way--but he's better at handling Determination now. Hopefully. He hasn't melted yet, after all.

"Sn..." Her voice trails off.

[justletmewin]

"A doctor? I can take you to see one. They might be living in the castle."

A few minutes pass while they're walking in the fog, but Asriel's nerves have sloughed off like melting snow. While her appearance still terrified him, she wasn't so bad. She turned out to be completely harmless, and she might be as scared as he is, if even more so. There's nothing to be afraid of, and he'll explain that to everyone when they're finally out of the Edge.

[bleakdrake]

She doesn't reply with words, but they croon together. Hopefully it sounds more soothing than nightmarish, or at least communicates her happiness. At least the Doctor has food! Though it's rarely healthy food these days, it's better than nothing.