The girl’s snowball strikes true and the man is clearly surprised and still fuming about it. By now, others have stopped their work and are starting to pay attention. Another snowball flies, this time, from neither of the two women.
[say] “Are you sure it isn’t?”[/say] Wessex quips back with a raised brow, more lighthearted than the litany of qualifications she could use to show her expertise in the matter. Well, expect for one. And it isn’t the time to mention that.
Offering up another ball to Delphine, Wessex gestures to her shadow.[say] “We could probably take ‘em. She can make balls as fast as we can throw them.”[/say] Sinking down behind a section of dumped snow, the demigoddess looks for an answer, ready to engage in all-out warfare as soon as she’s given the go-ahead.
[say] “Are you sure it isn’t?”[/say] Wessex quips back with a raised brow, more lighthearted than the litany of qualifications she could use to show her expertise in the matter. Well, expect for one. And it isn’t the time to mention that.
Offering up another ball to Delphine, Wessex gestures to her shadow.[say] “We could probably take ‘em. She can make balls as fast as we can throw them.”[/say] Sinking down behind a section of dumped snow, the demigoddess looks for an answer, ready to engage in all-out warfare as soon as she’s given the go-ahead.