Its always amazing on how logging into the World reducing the stresses of the outside world. It could very well be the music able to calm his spirits, or the visuals of a well-crafted art style, able to be drawn in by the craft. It could also just be the Sun Gd, Taranis, resting within his body, with his lax persona affecting the player behind the HMD! Honestly, at this point, Jake would not be surprised if that was the case.

Still, if there was one scene many players had trouble enjoying, then it was obviously Theta Freezing Aching Eradication. The roaring blizzard that overcome the land was brutal for many players, some preferring to save their sanity before even seeing what kind of unique beasts and puzzles rested behind these roaring winds. And yeah, sure, the air was bitter sharp, and the wolf could already feel the frost cling to his coat, but with a simple sigh and a snap of his fingers, the air grew still and the clouds parted ways as his Rise of the Sun command turned the storm still.

"Now then," Douken stated, giving his shoulders a quick pair of rolls, "time to see what this map truly holds." With the air still, he could finally enjoy the chimes of the track and wander the frozen landscape. Who knows, it may have quite a unique comfort like the Phendrana Drifts. And what of the enemies? Probably very fuzzy or sturdy to handle the blizzard themselves. Well, only one way to find out!

The vocal call caused the wolf's ears to perk before turning his head over to what seemed to have been a Cleric running to his side with staff in hand and ready for just about anything. Still, the smile from his muzzle was far from worried as he stated, "Ah, that'd be great. I mean, a few scratches here and there is nothing to worry about, but company makes these treks all the better."

The Nine-Dragon turned around to face Gabriel, golden fur shining in the pearly white snow, sending him his player address and party invite all while brushing ff what snow stuck to his fur. "There we go. So, what brings you to a place like this?" he asked before turning around to a steep slope before jumping forward and surfing his way down. His wings projected out, the melt melting the top snow layer behind him as it helped him keep balance on his way down before the land settled flat once more.

"Its not every day you see a Cleric wandering on their own." If Gabriel had followed him down, he would have simply spoken, but if he still yet to leap, he yelled the phrase, even if nonchalantness still hung in his tone.

"There was," the wolf stated, watching him glide down to join his side, "I just didn't want to deal with it and so I dismissed it. Besides, all that harsh wind and stirring ice just tears away from the music and artistic design of the map others worked so hard to create. Be a real shame if they couldn't be enjoyed in their full, no?" If anything, the lack of the drowning winds made it a tad more unsettling as it was scripted with the storm in mind, but allowing the ice canyons to gleam under the sun had a particular charm to it.

"You see, I come from a place where snow is a rarity, so I hardly get enjoy sights like this or so shenanigans like snowball fights or building a snowman, and while I know such storms can be a part of this weather, I'd rather enjoy the softer, safer side that can be enjoyable." The way Douken spoke about anything was very nonchalant and relaxed, as if he had not a care in the World.

"So you said you been here before. Any chance you can show me around? The skies are clear so there is nothing stopping us from some sightseeing."