A Snowy Interlude
You know, I have absolutely no idea why the snow makes me so happy. It's not like I grew up with it. There's not any warm memories tucked away of sleigh rides or trudging through it to pick out our tree or building a snowman outside on my folks lawn. In Texas we're just as likely to string lights over a nearby cactus somewhere. But that doesn't stop that feeling I get every time comes.
At what age do snow angels start becoming a completely inappropriate activity?
[Fred moves to get dressed then, buttoning her berry-hued coat. Her thoughts are just as occupied at her, aware that it's now her fourth winter in Paradisa. Thoughts of Libet never completely dormant, she starts to head out for the bear habitat she received a flyer about the previous week.
She's got a hankering to introduce herself to a polar bear]
((OOC : Open for any and all kissing in between Fred's room in the tower and her excursion outside. Just list where in the tag!))
At what age do snow angels start becoming a completely inappropriate activity?
[Fred moves to get dressed then, buttoning her berry-hued coat. Her thoughts are just as occupied at her, aware that it's now her fourth winter in Paradisa. Thoughts of Libet never completely dormant, she starts to head out for the bear habitat she received a flyer about the previous week.
She's got a hankering to introduce herself to a polar bear]
((OOC : Open for any and all kissing in between Fred's room in the tower and her excursion outside. Just list where in the tag!))