In the middle of a large, virtually empty stretch of Nexus space, neither tucked into an unobtrusive corner nor blocking the tubes, snow begins to accumulate on the ground after fluttering freely from what appears to be thin air. The snow piles higher and higher over the course of several hours, a virtual mountain of white fluff, until a mighty
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Metody is not dressed for outdoors but he wades through the snow anyway, grimacing at the feel of snow on his ankles. Nrrgh. This year, he is prepared; he already made a simple, flat star out of bone. It looks vaugly like a starfish and possibly like laziness. Or simplicity, if you're being kind.
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"Golly. Thankyou! It's very pretty!"
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When she comes back Ruthy is dressed in her winter coat, boots, hat and mittens. In her hands she carries a folded paper star made from shiny gold paper. Ruthy had made it for her Christmas tree at home, but she can always fold another one. She wades through the snow, reaching out to set the star on one of the branches.
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Then she runs off for home, to put her new ornament on her tree.
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With one perfectly manicured finger, she flicks a branch, knocking some snow off.
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The ornament on the left catches the light and she reached for it, plucking the snowflake off the tree. "Thank you."
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Looking more like an imp than a vampire, Godric carefully, quietly, and quickly gathers a snowball in his hands and sends it sailing for Eric's back.
Godric also loves snow, and it's put him in a playful mood.
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He pauses, blinking as he recognizes his attacker. Godric?
In a matter of seconds, Eric's expression goes from lethal to gleeful as he espies his own pile of snowballs and returns fire in kind. Eric doesn't need to have a sword in his hand to relish the prospect of a good battle.
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Almost in a sort of approval of this fun, Alisa will find a few more perfectly craft snowballs near her feet.
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