silent as snow.
[[you can't say she looks like a child anymore, but she has a habit of reverting back to child-like tendencies.
she stands in front of her building, bundled up for snow. she's beside a rather large snow man, patting it down and refining it's shape. it stands a few inches taller than her, but there are still no features on it, not even clothing. she backs up, appraising her work. a tiny smile works its away across her face, and she walks over to a small pile. it contains about a dozen mismatched pebbles, a dirty old scarf, a small hat, and other necessities for adorning a snowman.
feel free to come and chat with her. or just help her finish her creation. don't worry, she's the (mostly) cheery aly today. no gloomy talk or at least, we hope not.]]
she stands in front of her building, bundled up for snow. she's beside a rather large snow man, patting it down and refining it's shape. it stands a few inches taller than her, but there are still no features on it, not even clothing. she backs up, appraising her work. a tiny smile works its away across her face, and she walks over to a small pile. it contains about a dozen mismatched pebbles, a dirty old scarf, a small hat, and other necessities for adorning a snowman.
feel free to come and chat with her. or just help her finish her creation. don't worry, she's the (mostly) cheery aly today. no gloomy talk or at least, we hope not.]]