You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
Snow was not a common thing in Australia, but it did happen. And while traversing his former homeworld, he’d come across a great many ways to enjoy snow. Snowboarding had been his winter sport of choice – skiing never did quite work for him and his long, somewhat gangly limbs. The coordination and fitness for such an activity was not something he’d possessed – not before coming here, and learning a new way of living, of surviving.
He watched Deimos’ demonstration with a broad grin, laughing deeply as the great General-come-Warden bent himself into a sled and careened down his makeshift hill, laughing all the more as snow cascaded over them.
“Let’s go!” he declared, barely waiting to see if she would follow, assuming that now such a challenge had been laid bare, it would be met with tenacity. Toboggining had always been a fun exercise, though the slopes he’d ventured down had never been crafted like this – with intention and focus, drive that would surely make the sleds move with terrifying speed and direction.
Needless to say, he was excited. Like a child in their first snowfall, Chuy was amped.
And once at the top, he demonstrated properly how to mount the sled, murmuring tips and tricks about keeping one’s weight towards the rear, but a firm hold on the rope for steering – it was mostly theoretical bullshit. If he was going to stack it on the hillside today, not much was going to stop it.
Especially if Deimos had any more tricks up his sleeve.
Then he launched down, ‘Woohoo!’-ing all the while, doing the best he could to navigate, but mostly, letting himself fly without wings, feeling the winter air tug and pull at the furs he cloaked himself with, laughing and looking to Kia all the while.
He watched Deimos’ demonstration with a broad grin, laughing deeply as the great General-come-Warden bent himself into a sled and careened down his makeshift hill, laughing all the more as snow cascaded over them.
“Let’s go!” he declared, barely waiting to see if she would follow, assuming that now such a challenge had been laid bare, it would be met with tenacity. Toboggining had always been a fun exercise, though the slopes he’d ventured down had never been crafted like this – with intention and focus, drive that would surely make the sleds move with terrifying speed and direction.
Needless to say, he was excited. Like a child in their first snowfall, Chuy was amped.
And once at the top, he demonstrated properly how to mount the sled, murmuring tips and tricks about keeping one’s weight towards the rear, but a firm hold on the rope for steering – it was mostly theoretical bullshit. If he was going to stack it on the hillside today, not much was going to stop it.
Especially if Deimos had any more tricks up his sleeve.
Then he launched down, ‘Woohoo!’-ing all the while, doing the best he could to navigate, but mostly, letting himself fly without wings, feeling the winter air tug and pull at the furs he cloaked himself with, laughing and looking to Kia all the while.
this opportunity comes once in a lifetime
CHULANE
