It had not even occurred to Hadama that he might become the target of a vicious and unprovoked attack at this festival. He had just taken another sip of the sweet and milky cocoa in his hand when the projectile struck right between his shoulder blades. A splash of cocoa slopped over the side of his cup and onto the snow at his feet and the stoic Tidebreaker looked sharply back in time to see the culprit's familiar cloud of black hair ducking behind one of the pieces of frozen architecture. His gaze returned to the splash that stained the snow, an inscrutable expression on his face.
Then he lifted the cup to his lips and slowly and deliberately drained it before placing it carefully into a receptacle for such things.
The snow that he scooped up sat in his broad hands remained in a messy lump. The King of Torchline was unfamiliar with making snowballs and it showed. But that didn't stop him from striding over towards the in-progress fortress and dumping the chilly handful over its growing wall at the last place he'd seen Soleil's distinctive dark locks.
Then he lifted the cup to his lips and slowly and deliberately drained it before placing it carefully into a receptacle for such things.
The snow that he scooped up sat in his broad hands remained in a messy lump. The King of Torchline was unfamiliar with making snowballs and it showed. But that didn't stop him from striding over towards the in-progress fortress and dumping the chilly handful over its growing wall at the last place he'd seen Soleil's distinctive dark locks.
