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02.Jan.21, 03:19 PM
That was the response and level of enthusiasm he had been expecting and why A’tay had been purposely leading them across the pond to where they had started their adventure. “I suppose you could just wrestle in the snow,” he laughed as he helped Zelana off the ice and back to the stump. “It might be a bit cold but also softer than fighting on the frozen ground underneath it all.” He had her sit down again so he could remove the skates for her and then sat and took his own off. The laces were tied together once more so he could easily carry them and not lose one along the way.
“Let’s bring these back to Xyxyth,” he helped Zelana back to her feet, warning her that walking normally again would feel weird for a minute. At least it did to him after gliding about and using different movements and muscles for as long as they had. “But when people talk about snow fights, it’s actually snowball fights. It depends on the snow, though. Sometimes it’s crunchy and would hurt throwing it and sometimes snow is too light and fluffy and won’t pack into balls. It’s gotta be just right so you can take a handful and pat it together.” The way it crunched beneath their feet and had clung to Zelly’s clothes after her fall, A’tay felt like it was the right kind of snow for having the most fun in.
“We can also make snowmen or forts. With the snowmen, you start with a small ball and you keep adding to it and once it’s big enough, you can even push it around to grow it further. T’ryn and I had a race one year where we tried to see who could make the biggest ball in a certain amount of time. It was pretty ridiculous,” he laughed at the memory and how ugly that patch of land looked after they had collected all the snow in their giant balls. Now at Xyxyth, A’tay set the skates in his satchel as the dragon continued to sprawl out with another one as they shared body heat. He supposed clearing patches of grass did have some benefit for visiting dragons to flop in.
Task complete, A’tay bent down and scooped up some snow and easily made it into a ball and lightly tossed it at Zelana to catch. “I vote we try to build something.” One of his cousins told him there were a couple of holders that were artistic and could make fancy sculptures but A’tay was still on the level of blobs and vague shapes. He didn’t expect them to get too detailed—especially since they didn’t have an entire day to dedicate to the task but it would still be fun.
“Let’s bring these back to Xyxyth,” he helped Zelana back to her feet, warning her that walking normally again would feel weird for a minute. At least it did to him after gliding about and using different movements and muscles for as long as they had. “But when people talk about snow fights, it’s actually snowball fights. It depends on the snow, though. Sometimes it’s crunchy and would hurt throwing it and sometimes snow is too light and fluffy and won’t pack into balls. It’s gotta be just right so you can take a handful and pat it together.” The way it crunched beneath their feet and had clung to Zelly’s clothes after her fall, A’tay felt like it was the right kind of snow for having the most fun in.
“We can also make snowmen or forts. With the snowmen, you start with a small ball and you keep adding to it and once it’s big enough, you can even push it around to grow it further. T’ryn and I had a race one year where we tried to see who could make the biggest ball in a certain amount of time. It was pretty ridiculous,” he laughed at the memory and how ugly that patch of land looked after they had collected all the snow in their giant balls. Now at Xyxyth, A’tay set the skates in his satchel as the dragon continued to sprawl out with another one as they shared body heat. He supposed clearing patches of grass did have some benefit for visiting dragons to flop in.
Task complete, A’tay bent down and scooped up some snow and easily made it into a ball and lightly tossed it at Zelana to catch. “I vote we try to build something.” One of his cousins told him there were a couple of holders that were artistic and could make fancy sculptures but A’tay was still on the level of blobs and vague shapes. He didn’t expect them to get too detailed—especially since they didn’t have an entire day to dedicate to the task but it would still be fun.
