02.Jan.21, 07:04 PM
“Moving targets are a lot harder,” A’tay grinned when the snow splatted against him and there was an urge to retaliate but he didn’t think it was the best thing to do before a family dinner with the holder side. He’d told Zelana to wear pants for this portion of the trip but that she’d be able to change into a dress once they were inside but he still didn’t think showing up wet and winded from the fight would be a good impression. Then again, he couldn’t imagine Zelana ever caring what someone thought of her but the snow fight could wait.
But making chess pieces in the snow was an idea! He wouldn’t have thought of that despite how the little pieces of wood occupied a lot of his free time for months. “Now that sounds fun. I wonder how big we should make them. Definitely not their usual size…” A’tay trailed off as he led them a bit away from Xyxyth into a fresher patch of snow. The pieces didn’t need to be life-size either but maybe a foot or two would be fun and not too delicate of work. He suspected tools would be needed for the fine details and he hadn’t brought anything that would help—other than maybe the skates but they’d be fine without them.
Crouching down, A’tay started to gather up a little pile of snow that he could mould into a vague shape before sculpting it. “We got you out of the snow pretty quick before but I’m sure you’ve still noticed that snow is wet. If you sit in it, you’ll get a wet bum. You’re going to change later but probably still not the best idea to be in this weather in wet clothes.” And of course having to look his aunt and uncle in the eyes as he dragged in a wet and rosy-cheeked girlfriend. But A’tay didn’t want Zelana to catch a chill that got into the bones and took forever to shake. Maybe taller sculptures was better after all—less temptation to just flop in the snow and work.
But making chess pieces in the snow was an idea! He wouldn’t have thought of that despite how the little pieces of wood occupied a lot of his free time for months. “Now that sounds fun. I wonder how big we should make them. Definitely not their usual size…” A’tay trailed off as he led them a bit away from Xyxyth into a fresher patch of snow. The pieces didn’t need to be life-size either but maybe a foot or two would be fun and not too delicate of work. He suspected tools would be needed for the fine details and he hadn’t brought anything that would help—other than maybe the skates but they’d be fine without them.
Crouching down, A’tay started to gather up a little pile of snow that he could mould into a vague shape before sculpting it. “We got you out of the snow pretty quick before but I’m sure you’ve still noticed that snow is wet. If you sit in it, you’ll get a wet bum. You’re going to change later but probably still not the best idea to be in this weather in wet clothes.” And of course having to look his aunt and uncle in the eyes as he dragged in a wet and rosy-cheeked girlfriend. But A’tay didn’t want Zelana to catch a chill that got into the bones and took forever to shake. Maybe taller sculptures was better after all—less temptation to just flop in the snow and work.