A tense and wounded silence followed Ronin's command. Sulkily almost from the darkness, there came the sound of shifting feet upon the snow. "You never used to sound like that..." The voice—she—pointed out.
Crunching forward yet again, the sound like small bones breaking, the glint of starlight eyes and porcelain skin framed by dark curls just came into view. "I only wanted to show you what I learned...You never had the chance to teach me about making snowballs, so I thought I'd teach you." Aoife said, her small childish hands clenching at the dress she wore with youthful nervousness.
Crunching forward yet again, the sound like small bones breaking, the glint of starlight eyes and porcelain skin framed by dark curls just came into view. "I only wanted to show you what I learned...You never had the chance to teach me about making snowballs, so I thought I'd teach you." Aoife said, her small childish hands clenching at the dress she wore with youthful nervousness.
