winter...

[halliwell_angel]

Chris had actually enjoyed the snow, he had even enjoyed seeing the place changed and trying to figure out what differences he could spot. Somehow he had managed to make a couple of snow angels without being noticed

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[lifeisnotasong]

Sansa took her cloak off as she entered the rec room, there was a fire lit as usual and she wanted the cloak to dry off so she would be warm when she headed back to Summerfell. The long walk to the compound had seemed harder than ususal this morning and though she had come to get something to eat she had no appetite. She glanced at the jukebox playing an unfamiliar song, that meant there must be someone else here. The jukebox hardly ever played her anything and thne she spotted Chris glaring at the jukebox. "Do you not like this song?" she asked curiously.

[halliwell_angel]

He gave a warm smile when he noticed Sansa. "I guess I just don't agree with it." Though really he wasn't even sure what it was trying to say.

"How are you feeling?" He gestured for her to sit down near the fire.

[lifeisnotasong]

Sansa sat,enjoying the feeling of warmth of the fire washing over her yet still curling in on herself a little. "Tired," she admitted. "It feels rather like the island extended the walk when everything else changed." She knows it hasn't but everything has taken a little more effort today. "The jukebox hardly ever plays me anything," she said, "not even disagreeable tunes." Perhaps because if she wanted to she could play herself something on the harp, though she's less inclined of late.

[halliwell_angel]

He sat down near her looking at the fire. "It's played a couple of things for me." He shrugged. "The first one wasn't too bad.." His voice trailed off and he shrugged not really certain why he couldn't think of himself as a hero.

"Mom used to get tired more easily." He looked a bit sheepish. "I didn't really know how to help so I stayed busy."