Smiles are contagious.
A flurry of snow cascades around him before he feels the full impact of the snowball. It disrupts his unsteady placement on the stairs and he has to spread his feet and arms to keep himself from tumbling off into the piles below. His breath hitches and he holds it for a moment, waiting to see if his grasp holds. Luckily enough, it seems to be sufficient and Zavien slowly rights himself to look around.
An eerily familiar figure is in the distance and he squints tightly in order to make out the face. It isn't until the voice calls out and he sees the mini blizzard of snow and feathers that he realizes where he recognizes him from. In a cheery voice, he calls back, "Hey! Good to see you too!" As he waves in greeting, his feet slip again and he secures his boots further in the snow. With a laugh, Zavien looks down. The height doesn't bother him, but the fall definitely wouldn't be fun. "It's hard for the ground to eat you if you're not touching it."
His movement sends snowflakes falling down, sparking his memory of the accidental assault. He brushes the snowball remnants from his shoulder, an idea sparking in his mind. While he reaches forward to further clear his clothing, he gathers a bundle of snow in his hands. Before the man can see it being formed, Zavien throws it directly at his chest.
Laughing good-naturedly, he shouts, "The name's, Zavien, by the way!"
An eerily familiar figure is in the distance and he squints tightly in order to make out the face. It isn't until the voice calls out and he sees the mini blizzard of snow and feathers that he realizes where he recognizes him from. In a cheery voice, he calls back, "Hey! Good to see you too!" As he waves in greeting, his feet slip again and he secures his boots further in the snow. With a laugh, Zavien looks down. The height doesn't bother him, but the fall definitely wouldn't be fun. "It's hard for the ground to eat you if you're not touching it."
His movement sends snowflakes falling down, sparking his memory of the accidental assault. He brushes the snowball remnants from his shoulder, an idea sparking in his mind. While he reaches forward to further clear his clothing, he gathers a bundle of snow in his hands. Before the man can see it being formed, Zavien throws it directly at his chest.
Laughing good-naturedly, he shouts, "The name's, Zavien, by the way!"
Zavien
