Something about the kelvic girl brought out the boy in Van. Dust was playful, curious and without guile, like a child herself. Maybe it was just her contagious smile. Whatever it was, the Drykas lost himself in the romping snowball fight, charging at the girl laughing as his snowball struck her chest, and he whooped in victory as the raven girl went down.
One never passed over a chance to exploit a downed foe, and Van bent down as he rushed at Dust to scoop up a handful of snow. But the wiley Kelvic was not going to lay there and let the man win. She flung her own snowy missile at the Denusk, who found no time to dodge the ball as it struck him squarely in the face. Van slid to a halt in his tracks, clawing at the freezing water as it first stung then numbed his skin. Melting chunks of snow were spat from his open mouth as his chuckling turned to a guffaw.
Once the icy debris was cleared from his eyes, Vanator looked down at Dust laying in the snow, flakes falling in a gentle sheet over her, another white projectile held in her slight hand. Van still had a fistful of snow, an unformed mass that would not serve as an effective salvo. He grinned at the blonde-headed girl as they looked at each other, the great snow battle seized in a standoff.
Suddenly, Vanator emitted a mock battle cry, half laughter, half holler as he cast the snow in his hand at Dust, the cloud of crystal flakes barely reaching her. His intent was to take the battle to the ground, where he could lay hold of her and shovel snow upon her until she conceded unconditional defeat.
One never passed over a chance to exploit a downed foe, and Van bent down as he rushed at Dust to scoop up a handful of snow. But the wiley Kelvic was not going to lay there and let the man win. She flung her own snowy missile at the Denusk, who found no time to dodge the ball as it struck him squarely in the face. Van slid to a halt in his tracks, clawing at the freezing water as it first stung then numbed his skin. Melting chunks of snow were spat from his open mouth as his chuckling turned to a guffaw.
Once the icy debris was cleared from his eyes, Vanator looked down at Dust laying in the snow, flakes falling in a gentle sheet over her, another white projectile held in her slight hand. Van still had a fistful of snow, an unformed mass that would not serve as an effective salvo. He grinned at the blonde-headed girl as they looked at each other, the great snow battle seized in a standoff.
Suddenly, Vanator emitted a mock battle cry, half laughter, half holler as he cast the snow in his hand at Dust, the cloud of crystal flakes barely reaching her. His intent was to take the battle to the ground, where he could lay hold of her and shovel snow upon her until she conceded unconditional defeat.
