The cheese of yak and pancakes.
Boarding on the snow is maxed out totally to the awesome.
Fur. It is practical for the blending in and the showing off. My special ice crystal I also wear for the perpetuating of bodily coldness of my home.
Shiver™ is my wooly mammoth. Her feelings being the kind not so easily punctured.
The ritual of the dating. I do not understand the trapping of the boy with the bait of flirtation…it seems to me not honorable.
I am lacking in the tact. At altitude, talking is an oxygen waste, so words are pointed. I am often puncturing the feelings here down below. I am not wishing to fill others with the sadness but some times I do. Also, I am cold, both in the touching and being touched.
I truth! I speak honestly and from the heart's bottom. My words sound cold, but you can trust your ears’ hearing.