15.Mar.18, 04:48 AM
T’ryn gave a startled laugh when N’mor ran into him and an arm went around his waist. He hadn’t quite thought out the ‘catch me’ part of his taunting and probably should have suggested it be more like ‘catch up to me’ or even a simple ‘tag me’ may have worked. As it was, he had been caught and the gracefulness between them soon had them sprawled on the ice. “Oooww,” T’ryn moaned as he still laughed at the situation despite his head meeting the ice. The eldest of his sisters always said he had a thick skull and T’ryn was pretty sure he just proved it!
“I don’t remember due to the concussion you just gave me,” he teased, sticking out his tongue to prove the point. Even though his butt was starting to feel the chill of the ice, T’ryn made no move to get up. He stared up at the sky for a moment, watching some clouds rolling in. He wondered if more snow would fall and if it’d happen while they were still there. If he thought it was pretty on the ground, then it was stunning as it silently fell in big fluffs. He and Syrendryth weren’t too fond of it, though, when it started blowing sideways and tried to blind them.
“Some people like to purposely lie in the snow,” T’ryn confided a moment later, looking back at his friend. “Benden told me, and showed me, last winter that if you lie in the snow and make movements like you’re doing jumping jacks, it leaves a cool pattern behind. He may or may not have gotten me to try it and I may or may not have regretted wearing a short coat that may or may not have helped get snow up my shirt and down my pants.” He started laughing again at the memory and how he chased his youngest sibling around the yard after that, making him giggle with delight.
“Anyway, guess we should get up before we freeze to the ice,” he didn’t think that was really possible; he hoped not anyway! But it was probably best to be on their feet before they became speed bumps for someone who couldn’t stop. It was a bit of a struggle to regain his footing, which annoyed T’ryn more than he would ever admit since it meant he wasn’t perfect at the activity despite the bit of practice he had in the past and the way too many times he had in standing up again. N’mor was treated to the very eloquent dance of finding purchase on the slick surface that left T’ryn with his legs shoulder-width apart and his ass in the air as his hands were planted on the ice. Finally he stood with a smile held firmly in place as if he wasn’t annoyed or frustrated at the struggle and held out a hand to help N’mor up.
“I don’t remember due to the concussion you just gave me,” he teased, sticking out his tongue to prove the point. Even though his butt was starting to feel the chill of the ice, T’ryn made no move to get up. He stared up at the sky for a moment, watching some clouds rolling in. He wondered if more snow would fall and if it’d happen while they were still there. If he thought it was pretty on the ground, then it was stunning as it silently fell in big fluffs. He and Syrendryth weren’t too fond of it, though, when it started blowing sideways and tried to blind them.
“Some people like to purposely lie in the snow,” T’ryn confided a moment later, looking back at his friend. “Benden told me, and showed me, last winter that if you lie in the snow and make movements like you’re doing jumping jacks, it leaves a cool pattern behind. He may or may not have gotten me to try it and I may or may not have regretted wearing a short coat that may or may not have helped get snow up my shirt and down my pants.” He started laughing again at the memory and how he chased his youngest sibling around the yard after that, making him giggle with delight.
“Anyway, guess we should get up before we freeze to the ice,” he didn’t think that was really possible; he hoped not anyway! But it was probably best to be on their feet before they became speed bumps for someone who couldn’t stop. It was a bit of a struggle to regain his footing, which annoyed T’ryn more than he would ever admit since it meant he wasn’t perfect at the activity despite the bit of practice he had in the past and the way too many times he had in standing up again. N’mor was treated to the very eloquent dance of finding purchase on the slick surface that left T’ryn with his legs shoulder-width apart and his ass in the air as his hands were planted on the ice. Finally he stood with a smile held firmly in place as if he wasn’t annoyed or frustrated at the struggle and held out a hand to help N’mor up.