loren
It seemed that Deimos was going to be in charge of digging, which suited the Launceleyn just fine. Seeing as the first thing they needed to do was keep the memory snow off the area—not that he was entirely certain just what memory snow was—he figured he would take care of that task, especially since everyone else seemed to be dithering about doing nothing. So, picking up a shovel, and having his ogre do the same, Loren had them both started tossing the snow aside Some of it began to try and roll back into place, and he frowned, blocked it, picked it up, and threw it farther. His arms soon began to ache with the strain of keeping snow off that did not want to be kept away. Guess he’d found out what memory snow was.
Never judge a book by its cover.
