skiing is fun but SO IS THIS
Rogue had wrestled with the clothesbox for hours until it had given her heavy duty, clunky snow boots and ski pants, and a hot pink and white puffy ski jacket and matching gloves and, and, giant white earmuffs. She had her uniform on underneath and her hair loose because it was warmer than trying to stuff a hat down over it, and she was making her way of the biggest hill she could find with the fewest trees.
With her, she had a large sled in the shape of a bear. It had been the only one left in the closet, but she was damned if she was gonna let that stop her. At the top of the hill she stopped and set the sled down, looking over the drifts of snow to pick which path would be the best.
She was a pro at snow sports, which was, she thought, an impressive thing to be a pro at since she was from Mississippi.
[Rogue, all snow-bunnied out. Come say hallo or come sledding!]
With her, she had a large sled in the shape of a bear. It had been the only one left in the closet, but she was damned if she was gonna let that stop her. At the top of the hill she stopped and set the sled down, looking over the drifts of snow to pick which path would be the best.
She was a pro at snow sports, which was, she thought, an impressive thing to be a pro at since she was from Mississippi.
[Rogue, all snow-bunnied out. Come say hallo or come sledding!]