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04.Feb.19, 04:06 AM
“Lifesize isn’t big enough?” F’drel asked, wondering how an egg that was about four feet long wasn’t sufficiently sized enough for R’dal. How big was massive? Watch them get crushed to death trying to roll a giant snow egg, with their record it would fucking happen to them. He was still trying to figure out if maybe making a snow egg was actually a worse idea than a dragon when R’dal grabbed his hand.
F’drel very nearly tore his hand away from the bluerider, instincts already on high alert in a place with so many people. Instead, he managed to only startle a little before forcing himself to relax enough to let himself be dragged along by R’dal. They were friends, and there were people around who most certainly thought the were an item of some sort, and it really wouldn’t do him any good to have anyone questioning that status due to him pulling his hand away. He even managed to kind of hold R’dal’s hand back instead of just holding his own hand stiffly.
He watched as R’dal started making their snowball to be the base of their snow egg. The basics of snowball making, at least, Fdrel knew. His childhood hadn’t been super conducive to snowman building, but he and his siblings had definitely made snowballs and thrown them at each other. It really was the only appropriate response for when your younger sister stuffed a handful of snow down the back of your shirt. They just didn’t usually try to leave evidence that they’d been playing in the snow, like snow people or snow animals. The previous Lord Nabol had a thing about his workers not working.
With a nod, F’drel stepped forward to start rolling the snowball. R’dal was right, it was a lot heavier than expected. It took a lot more effort than he thought he would need to move it even a foot. And R’dal wanted to make this thing how big? Fuck. He gave it a few decent rolls before he gave up and waved R’dal back over.
“It’s a two person job now.” Well, F’drel could probably roll it a few more times by himself, but he’d rather not. It would probably be more fun with a second person helping, anyway. Just on his own felt too much like work, not… whatever this was. Submitting to one of R’dal’s whims because he was mysteriously fond of the bluerider. Which would one day end with him getting crushed with a giant egg-shaped snowball or something equally ridiculous, F’drel just knew it.
F’drel very nearly tore his hand away from the bluerider, instincts already on high alert in a place with so many people. Instead, he managed to only startle a little before forcing himself to relax enough to let himself be dragged along by R’dal. They were friends, and there were people around who most certainly thought the were an item of some sort, and it really wouldn’t do him any good to have anyone questioning that status due to him pulling his hand away. He even managed to kind of hold R’dal’s hand back instead of just holding his own hand stiffly.
He watched as R’dal started making their snowball to be the base of their snow egg. The basics of snowball making, at least, Fdrel knew. His childhood hadn’t been super conducive to snowman building, but he and his siblings had definitely made snowballs and thrown them at each other. It really was the only appropriate response for when your younger sister stuffed a handful of snow down the back of your shirt. They just didn’t usually try to leave evidence that they’d been playing in the snow, like snow people or snow animals. The previous Lord Nabol had a thing about his workers not working.
With a nod, F’drel stepped forward to start rolling the snowball. R’dal was right, it was a lot heavier than expected. It took a lot more effort than he thought he would need to move it even a foot. And R’dal wanted to make this thing how big? Fuck. He gave it a few decent rolls before he gave up and waved R’dal back over.
“It’s a two person job now.” Well, F’drel could probably roll it a few more times by himself, but he’d rather not. It would probably be more fun with a second person helping, anyway. Just on his own felt too much like work, not… whatever this was. Submitting to one of R’dal’s whims because he was mysteriously fond of the bluerider. Which would one day end with him getting crushed with a giant egg-shaped snowball or something equally ridiculous, F’drel just knew it.
