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[inariver]

The riverbank was frozen, covered in snow, blending smoothly and gently into ice at the edge. It was beautiful, beyond lovely, and she felt the wind nip at her hair, and she smiled, wrinkling her nose against it and all of the cold and white blinding light as she wobbled on the shaky feet shod in skates

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[legendarymadman]

It always gives Geoffrey a mild case of hives to see Ophelia anywhere near the water. Even if it is frozen.

"You might be bruised," he says, "but at least you're not drowned."

[inariver]

Frozen, cold and damp against her warm skin and her face one not of calm like it was the last night she was near the river, but rather one of shock, before she lifted her reddened palm and laughed.

"Nay, not drowned, just sore about the pride side."

[legendarymadman]

"I'd offer you a hand up," says Geoffrey, "but that would mean getting on the ice and I don't feel equipped for that task at this time."

[inariver]

She waved good naturedly, dismissively even. "Tis all right, and only ice, I am fair enough equipped to get up off it," she said, rolling over to her knees and pushing herself up off it, wobbling as she went.

[mythofcain]

Jason's never been a fan of the cold, and he especially doesn't like waking up at the suddenness of it, at being forced indoors. He hasn't slept properly in a few nights, never felt safe in one of the crash room beds, and it shows. He's got slight circles under his eyes and he feels tired, but it doesn't really matter right now.

He hasn't been following her, not really; he was searching out a space to be alone for a little while, even in the cold, and heard her upstream. Jason doesn't bother to hide when Ophelia falls and slides closer to where he is. He just carefully picks his way down to where snow meets ice and shoulders his backpack. "Are you hurt?"

[inariver]

For a moment, all Ophelia had was the ice beneath her and the sky above her, and the shock on her face dissolved into a smile, quietly and calmly like it had melted away. Then she shook her head and pushed herself slowly, steadily up, looking at her reddened palm.

"Nay, I am more than perfectly fine."

[mythofcain]

"Good," Jason says, and surprises himself with how much he means it. He also surprises himself when he wishes he had a pair of skates himself to join her. "You look like you're enjoying yourself, at least."

[inariver]

On her knees, she kept smiling, not thinking that this was like praying or that it was lonely being on the ice alone. Though she did wish for someone to join her.

"I am, even when I tumble and fall, tis something I have not done in a good long while."

[15_words]

"Ouch," Jaye muttered to herself, loudly, having been standing by the side of the frozen spot, watching the crazy Shakespeare girl go for a little bit.

"Break anything?" Jaye asked, almost shouting so that the girl could hear her, even though she didn't really want to have to go run to Compound to get a doctor if there WAS something seriously wrong.

[inariver]

Pushed up on forearms after the slipping and sliding has stopped, Ophelia turned and saw the girl, the one who spoke to things that were not there. Manners and the day prevented her from making faces, but that was only it.

"No, I did not," she answered, calmly, feeling cold and sore, and bit ill humoured at the event, though she felt no need to share it.

[15_words]

Jaye... just kind of nodded at that. She didn't really know what she was doing out in the snow, by a frozen lagoon, watching some crazy girl skate around. Ophelia, that was her name. The one Hamlet knocked up, or whatever. She did remember somethings from college.

But she couldn't really say 'good' when she didn't really care about the girl. So, instead, she went with, "Where'd you get the skates?"

[inariver]

Pulling one knee under her, moving to stand with one, then the other beneath her, readying to stand again. A fall was just a fall until one rose again and she was an expert at tumbling.

"The box, the same one that gave me the coat," she replied, focusing more on things other that the girl and her weird, queer ways of being.