23.Dec.20, 11:56 AM
It wasn't often that she allowed herself a little bit of fun. Especially not now, not when she really didn't have a reason to play in the snow. Her son wasn't around, none of her family was at the weyr and she hadn't managed to make many friends since coming. She blamed herself for that one, deciding to keep to herself more than socialize past the normal candidate things. August was alone. Far more than she wanted to be and far more than she was used to, but what could she do?
Make friends would probably be the first step.
She laughed at herself as she scooped the snow into a large ball and started shoving it around. This was something her husband used to do with her and their son before he'd died. Thinking of it caused her full lips to pull down for a few moments before returning to the happy smile she tried to have at all times. She patted the large mound of snow she'd created and nodded with confidence at it as she started another.
She wasn't accounting for size when she'd started her snow person and when she was finished with the middle August started to heave the round ball onto the bottom. Both were rather large, far larger than she'd intended but she gave it a go anyway. The first was waist high and wider than she was by more than half, the second more than half that. She shoved, pushing the snow while she grunted with the exertion before it slowly slid back down. She huffed out a breath as she stood with her hands on her ship staring daggers at the mound of snow. "You'll go up there if it's the last thing I do," she muttered and started once again.
She was nearly finished shoving the damned thing onto the first when she felt it start slipping again. "No, no," she shrieked and lost her balance, and started slipping in the slick snow. She couldn't stop the inevitable and ended on her back with the snow piled on top of her. "Fuck," she muttered and stared as a pair of feet came into view. "Well double fuck," she hissed and tried to see who had managed to catch her fabulous accident.
Make friends would probably be the first step.
She laughed at herself as she scooped the snow into a large ball and started shoving it around. This was something her husband used to do with her and their son before he'd died. Thinking of it caused her full lips to pull down for a few moments before returning to the happy smile she tried to have at all times. She patted the large mound of snow she'd created and nodded with confidence at it as she started another.
She wasn't accounting for size when she'd started her snow person and when she was finished with the middle August started to heave the round ball onto the bottom. Both were rather large, far larger than she'd intended but she gave it a go anyway. The first was waist high and wider than she was by more than half, the second more than half that. She shoved, pushing the snow while she grunted with the exertion before it slowly slid back down. She huffed out a breath as she stood with her hands on her ship staring daggers at the mound of snow. "You'll go up there if it's the last thing I do," she muttered and started once again.
She was nearly finished shoving the damned thing onto the first when she felt it start slipping again. "No, no," she shrieked and lost her balance, and started slipping in the slick snow. She couldn't stop the inevitable and ended on her back with the snow piled on top of her. "Fuck," she muttered and stared as a pair of feet came into view. "Well double fuck," she hissed and tried to see who had managed to catch her fabulous accident.