The Snow Thread

[fonic_chord]

Who: Anyone and everyone
Where: Blessenwood; central square and surrounding areas
When: Several days after the guild meeting's conclusion; afternoon
Why: There's about a foot of snow on the ground, so go play!

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[anythingforsis]

[Mithos had been sitting inside the guild building, making good use of his freedom from the need to sleep, filling out extraneous paperwork. Now that he was the leader of the Wuldorwurth chapter of Ad Libitum, he had been working for almost twelve straight hours, signing initials and handling financial garbage with the lease on a new building in the City of Knights. He had even taken the time to write a letter to Forcystus, wherever he was, asking him to come with him. He was surprised that Forcystus, being one of his most loyal followers back on Aselia, didn't volunteer already; no matter. He'd come around eventually.

It wasn't until Mithos heard a loud thump on the window in his temporary office in the Guild Building that he finally turned around. A snowball had hit the window, and a little human kid was visibly running away. Mithos had half a mind to magically light his coat on fire, but he didn't... he couldn't afford to tick off the other members of the guild over something so stupid. Regardless, Mithos did get up from his table. He would likely have severe hand cramps if he could feel anything, but just in case, he cracked both his knuckles and his wrists, and they loosened up a bit. Maybe being out in the cold would make them feel better.

He put on a coat he had bought with his hardly-earned (in his opinion) salary that went down to his ankles - he was fairly short, even for an immortal child - and buttoned it up. Within a minute, he was out of the guild building, and standing on a freshly shoveled, albeit in vain, sidewalk. His semi-pointy ears would likely be screaming into his mind in cold agony were it not for the fact that he felt no pain, but he didn't mind. He needed a break from calculating the math needed to pay for the expenses of opening up a new chapter, and perhaps a walk through a wintery storm would help... even though it did remind him of that awful, human-filled city, Flanoir.]

[ofunity]

[Although his first meeting with Mithos was a bit hostile, Lloyd was willing to try again. If Martel was alive here, after all... Maybe Mithos wouldn't be so, well... nuts. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and walked up, though he kept his distance.]

...Hey. Nice weather, huh?

[anythingforsis]

[Oh, look, Lloyd actually wanted to talk to him. Mithos sighed, but decided that it would be for the better if he responded, rather than blow him off.]

... I've seen better.

[ofunity]

[You can't blame the guy for being shocked and confused and all those other little emotions. :( Lloyd looked around at his surroundings, a light smile on his face.]

You can have a lot of fun in weather like this. Ever had a snowball fight?

[anythingforsis]

[His eyes narrow.]

No.

[ofunity]

It's a lot of fun, especially when you have teams and a lot of people playing. It didn't snow very much in Iselia, but when it did, we'd get the school to get into teams and have a big snowball fight! But you can build a snowman, too. That's pretty fun when you can shape it right!

[He's trying, he's trying.]

[anythingforsis]

... I'll pass.

[ofunity]

Well, uh... You can sled. [He glances behind him to the sleds he's pulling along - he still has quite a few.] If you find a hill with a lot of snow, you can race down really fast!

[anythingforsis]

... I can fly. Why would I want to sled?

[ofunity]

Flying is a little different than feeling the snow slide under you. And it's just... fun.

[anythingforsis]

[Mithos sighed again, and pulled his coat tighter around his body.]

It doesn't sound fun to me.

[ofunity]

[Lloyd paused, then shrugged and looked around again.]

I guess strolling is nice, too.

[anythingforsis]

[Mithos's eyebrow twitches in response.]

That's... what I was doing.

[ofunity]

Then... stroll?