Elide
Elide is all but prepared for the sort of retaliation Deimos conjures - literally. The massive snowball is hurled at her before she can adequately leap out of the way, hitting her square in the chest. In spite of the absence of pain, absence of breath to be lost, the hit actually sweeps her off her feet. She goes thudding into the snow, and somewhere in the crowds, a bunch of people are laughing at the sight. Hooting and hollering.
Getting up, Elide's eyes sweep around for Deimos. He's not where he was before. No, much to her amusement, he's running away. "I didn't take you for a coward, Deimos!" She calls after him, with an appreciative glance towards Belril - who at least attempts to hit him with a snowball.
So, in retaliation, Elide scoops up as much snow as she can and, in a release of inhibition, gives chase. It's not nearly as big as Deimos' snowball, but it's larger than the one before. She aims it for Deimos' feet in order to trip him up.
Getting up, Elide's eyes sweep around for Deimos. He's not where he was before. No, much to her amusement, he's running away. "I didn't take you for a coward, Deimos!" She calls after him, with an appreciative glance towards Belril - who at least attempts to hit him with a snowball.
So, in retaliation, Elide scoops up as much snow as she can and, in a release of inhibition, gives chase. It's not nearly as big as Deimos' snowball, but it's larger than the one before. She aims it for Deimos' feet in order to trip him up.
I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire
for something beyond the daily life
for something beyond the daily life
