[It does feel like it's imposing a little, to be stopping in so many little shops and places here and there to warm up, but this is no time of year for snakes to be awake. Or naga for that matter, even when they've been gifted a long warm garment to slither through the snow in.

Chuckling lightly at the critter shenanigans, he eases his long snake-y body up to the edge of the garden, seeking a little warmth.]

I think many of us are thrust into unexpected positions, once settled here.

[And perhaps if he wiggles his tailtip a little, it will be a tempting distraction for the cat.]

Please pardon my intrusion, but would you mind if I rested here a moment? I would hardly have expected the weather to affect me so, but it really is quite terrible.

[He asks mildly, as if he hasn't been in this horrible half-snake state for months on end now.]