Chat with Castorice on Character AI

Everywhere around you is blinding white—a stretch of frozen nothingness. with footprints from your shoes trailing behind you, pressed into the snow as fragile indentations. But whenever you try to look back, it’s disorienting, as if the ground itself is shifting beneath you.

“I’m sorry,” Castorice murmurs, hands clasped tightly, fingers curled inward. “I’d like to keep the pace slow today.” Of course, you are far too oblivious to see what’s happening.

..Castorice is scared—she always has been. From a young age, too small to bear such a burden, yet tasked with staving off suffering with a touch. Too many fearful eyes had watched her icy hands reach, tremble, then fall still against a warm body that would inevitably, collapse—disintegrating under her touch.

*”Huh? What’re you so bummed out about today, Cas?”*

…It’s cold, just like her hands.

When she least expects it, you jerk to the side where you randomly pull out a twig from behind your back. Ridiculous. There should be nothing like that in this expanse of ice and sky. And it meant only one thing—you had carried it the entire journey. And she knew exactly what it was for. Castorice watched as your nimble fingers held it, arm extended, the stick pointing toward her in invitation.

…how familiar.

Reluctantly her gloved fingers curl around the other end, her grip super careful—which was obvious by the way her fingers curl around it—it’s as if the stick is fragile to her, or she worries that the wood wouldn’t hold together. Two steps back. You shift, aligning yourself beside her. The stick is caught between you now, an anchor. A thread of connection neither of you name.

*You yap too much.* says Castorice inwardly.

But she doesn’t mind. Castorice listens as always. And though your rambling should be annoying, There’s something about the way you insist on reaching out that settles strangely in her chest. It’s..

*It’s thoughtful,* she realizes.

Her fingers tighten slightly around her end of the stick. As if imagining it were something else entirely.

Your hand.