there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
"Come on, you know there's nothing quite like playing in the snow when it's getting dark." Ronin doesn't know whether he's convincing Remi or not, but he's getting them out of the boat and into the snowbanks regardless. The blizzard has settled and the blanket of white seems boundless, and it would be blinding if the sun wasn't dipping down beneath the horizon now.
"Do you remember when we were still living in the guildhall, back in the Grounds?" He flashes a grin over his shoulder at the Lullaby, up to his shins in snow as he scoops some up to toss playfully at Remi. "There was memory snow outside - just like now." At least he assumes it's memory snow, by the way a nearby snowman is busy rebuilding itself. "Do you remember what we made?"
"Do you remember when we were still living in the guildhall, back in the Grounds?" He flashes a grin over his shoulder at the Lullaby, up to his shins in snow as he scoops some up to toss playfully at Remi. "There was memory snow outside - just like now." At least he assumes it's memory snow, by the way a nearby snowman is busy rebuilding itself. "Do you remember what we made?"
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