Nov 25, 2009 01:07
[It begins in the morning, a covered gray sky sending fat flakes of white drifting down to Hyrule. The first to hit the ground melt on impact, but as the temperature rapidly drops they gather and hold fast. A frosting becomes a cover, a cover becomes a thick blanket, and still it falls.]
[By the time the heavy snow lifts in the afternoon, the field has been buried in a full foot of wet white, guaranteed to soak into all but the most resistant boots, make any sock squelch, and pack a snowball with one scoop. Fickle fall weather may mean it's gone tomorrow, but it will hold as long as it can.]
(ooc: Mingling post! Shall we play/sulk in the snow?)
blue_motormouth,
missingoutset,
dontcallmenavi,
wallrun