[Crackplot] Weeee, it's winter. Or something to that effect.

[myrddin_wyllt]

The grounds of the Mansion lay dark and dead, the trees grey and the grass sear and yellow-brown.

The air in the Mansion had a chilly feel to it, as if winter had crept into the woodwork. And once asleep, perhaps some Mansion dwellers dream of silvery winter days, building snow forts, lighting with candles.

When Mansion dwellers wake up, this

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[flamesque]

Katniss woke up this morning feeling decidedly more energetic than she has in years, perhaps. She looks in the mirror and sees a small child, grinning. She's pleased with herself, perhaps because she feels free. Her face is still lined with worry, though--it's a natural consequence of living in the District for so long.

So now there's a vaguely serious-looking little girl playing outside. She's happy, don't worry.

[doriath_crowned]

Katniss is probably astute enough, even very young, to notice that she's being observed.

That's because there is a pair of half-wild young elven twins observing her curiously from the shadows.

They'll be happy and playful in a minute, but for now, they're mostly, well, serious.

Just like her.

I realize I asked and then punted them, but I had this flash that they might work out well together. >.> Hope that's alright.

[flamesque]

She eventually turns her head towards them, or what she thinks is them, and stares back.

"What are you looking at?"

It's fine XDDD <3

[doriath_crowned]

"You," one of them informs her.

"Do you mind?" The other asks, almost defensively, but not quite.

[ibelievein_love]

Tiny Sheila is tiny, and she's currently in the process of making a snow angel. Making many snow angels, as a matter of fact. She's quite content.

[only_paul]

Paul wanders over, he's covered all over with a snow hat, mittens and gloves. The eleven year-old kid is just staring at Sheila.

"You're going to catch a cold," he informs her solemnly.

If anyone else wants an ickle!Paul, let me know, I'll give him a comment of his own.

[ibelievein_love]

She looks up. "No, I won't! It's wonderful outside!"

[only_paul]

"It's still cold," Paul replies, "and you're lying in the snow."

He pauses, colors brightly. "-- I'm sorry. It's none of my business."

[cute_shinigami]

Tsuzuki lay dreaming of snow and of playing in it with his sisters; when he awakens and goes to his window, he finds the dream a reality. Excited, he bounds out of the room and into the hallway, dashing down the stairs and heading for the porch.

As he's running, though, the change takes place and by the time he reaches the porch, he's lost a foot and a half of height and about fourteen years off his (technical) age. And his voice is considerably higher-pitched as he calls out, "Hey, everybody, it *SNOWED*!"

[ggrindelwald]

Gellert hears the cry and peers out to see who it was. Grinning, the young (about 10ish) blond steps forward to Tsuzuki.

"I've missed the snow."

[cute_shinigami]

"Isn't it great?" he says, grinning from ear to ear. "The first snow is always the best, after the leaves are gone from the trees in autumn. It's all pretty again. And we can build snow forts and snowmen and have snowball fights. It's the best time of the year!"

[ggrindelwald]

"It reminds me of home," he says nostalgically, crouching down to scoop some snow up.

[silvereyedphage]

Muraki had a meeting with his student this morning, but he pauses in a bow window of the library to look out at the snow. Winter has always been his favorite time of the year, perhaps because he was born in it, and even now, he enjoys the ice and snow.

He's wrapped in these happy meditations, when he suddenly realizes he can just peek over the window sill, from amid the folds of a white wool suit tailored for a very tall adult man, enough to muffle the startled -- and tiny -- seven year old now trying to dig out of them.

"Mother? Help! What is this?" he calls out in a soft chirp of a voice.

[alwaysmovingon]

The Doctor hasn't run into this sort of thing before. He walks into the library, looking for a book. Stops. And blinks at the little boy sitting on the windowsill and trying to dig himself out of a white wool suit, and he does know that face and those eyes; they're very distinctive.

He puts his hands in his pockets, eyebrows shooting up. "Well, hullo," he says, mostly to himself. "Don't I know you?"

[silvereyedphage]

The hair is more of an ash blond than a platinum blond with a touch of silver and the pupils of the eyes are more oval-shaped than slit-like, but this is definitely a pint-sized Kazutaka Muraki. "I don't know," he says, a little wary, but curious at the stranger. "Are you one of of Grandfather's friends?" he asks.

[alwaysmovingon]

He still knows him when he sees him. And the Doctor sits down and stretches out his legs, looking curiously right back. "Me? Oh, no. I'm a friend of yours, actually. From the future." He doesn't seem concerned about saying this, not to Muraki. Possibly because he wants to see what Muraki will make of it.

[homely_sonja]

Out in the snow, there's a little girl who isn't awkward at all! She's full of energy, and she's found herself something to wrap herself in, and she's now playing in the snow and building a fort.

And there will be ammunition.

Boys, beware. The little girl of Tarth is on duty, and she has plenty of self-confidence.

It hasn't been shattered by a bitchy septa yet.

[the_shooter]

Pasha has never minded the cold. And as he was teased when he first arrived from a Siberian winter, he certainly has the clothes for it. He bundles up and goes out, almost happy for the stinging cold on his pale face.

Then.

He's quite a bit shorter and younger himself, and fiery freckles stand out on his pale, rather serious face. He pulls the coat around his thin shoulders and wanders out into the snow. He spies more red hair, bright in the snow.

Curious, he goes closer, unaware that he's like to get pelted with snow.

[homely_sonja]

This little girl is indeed full of energy and when she spots Pasha, she'll laugh (it's not elegant in the least) and will indeed throw a snow ball at the (probably smaller than her) boy.

It's thrown fairly hard, and despite her feminine laughter, she could easily pass for a strange boy at this age.

[the_shooter]

Pasha whirls in place, his surprise almost comical. He squints his eyes against the snow glare to see what's going on. He realizes it came from the person he was heading for. "What's that?" he asks. "Do you want a fight?"