Maeve
If her smile faltered, Maeve didn't dare let it show. She ducked her head, nodding as she began to form the middle of their snowman, focusing on how the cold seeped through her gloves to make the tips of her fingers number. "Yeah, I suppose I did." Never mind that Locke had disappeared or that Aurelia never came back. Never mind that she was left to lead a region and raise a child all on her own. That was its own special kind of pain that she didn't have the stomach to face. Instead she let those feelings go to focus on the here and now.
While the Nightshade continued to take her time rolling her own ball of snow, Aidon was having a go too, nudging the ill-formed ball with his claws and nose. Lucky for him, Fangorn is there to push things along. Literally. Between the two of them they manage to create something roughly shaping a ball. It's really more like a lumpy mass, but don't tell them that.
Maeve finished with her own portion, hefting it up onto their base, centering it with a bit of wiggling this way and that until she's satisfied with the position. All that's left is the head and the decorations. All and all not going too poorly for a first attempt.
While the Nightshade continued to take her time rolling her own ball of snow, Aidon was having a go too, nudging the ill-formed ball with his claws and nose. Lucky for him, Fangorn is there to push things along. Literally. Between the two of them they manage to create something roughly shaping a ball. It's really more like a lumpy mass, but don't tell them that.
Maeve finished with her own portion, hefting it up onto their base, centering it with a bit of wiggling this way and that until she's satisfied with the position. All that's left is the head and the decorations. All and all not going too poorly for a first attempt.
Fight so dirty, but your love's so sweet
Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth
Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth
