Happy Yule! cornerofmadness has been very good this year!

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The bells are a jingling, the wassail is a wassailing, and cornerofmadness is hoping you'll fill her stocking with goodies!

I prefer: I prefer manga/Brotherhood but I’m open to all.
My Favorite Character(s): Roy, Riza, Maes, and Al, Ed, Winry, Kimbley, Ling & Ran Fan, Chris & Hohenheim, the tachi, pretty much I like most of the characters
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Cold Fare 2/?

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It took about two minutes before he came back to himself, determined to show Miss Riza he could handle it, and that he could be of help to her. That lasted about twenty steps outside the kitchen, when Roy realized she was right - gloves, a hat, and a scarf, as well as waterproof boots were something he should have for venturing out into this weather. Still, he persevered, following in Miss Riza’s prints. Trying desperately to ignore how his socks were soaked through in just a few minutes, and later, that he could feel a blister forming on his heel. Trying to breathe through the cold. Trying to catch up, even though he was wondering if he could even walk.

Finally, Roy stopped, panting heavily and leaning against a tree. When he looked back, he couldn’t see the house, though the tracks showed clearly in the snow. Continuing on seemed fruitless - he hadn’t seen Miss Riza at all. As he tried to catch his breath, Roy saw a rabbit appear near the base of another tree. It stood on its haunches, nose wriggling, and took a few cautious hops away from the security of the trunk. It paused again, ears swiveling, before it started digging in the snow. Roy knew if he moved, the rabbit would bolt.

For a second, he considered it, preparing himself to crash through the snow. Instead, something drifted by past his head, so close, his hair was stirred. The owl struck the rabbit, making it squeal and thrash, and Roy realized he might have a chance. With a yell, he grabbed up a handful of snow, flinging it at the owl. The owl twisted its head, its wings coming up, one claw still clenched around its prey. Roy threw a second snowball, and a third, and the owl flapped backward, leaving the rabbit in the snow.

Cheering, Roy stumbled over to snatch up the rabbit, holding it up by its ears. It twitched a few times, then was still, dangling in his grip. Blood matted through its fur, some still dribbling down the pelt. “Ew,” Roy said, wrinkling his nose. But he’d done something, hadn’t he? Managed to snatch a rabbit from an owl. And it was a heavy rabbit, too. Feeling proud of himself, he turned and started back for the house. Miss Riza, he was sure, knew how to find her own way home.