Closed Snowface'd

[Dmitri Saratov]

Timestamp: 34th of Winter, 514 AV

It had been the first time for Dmitri, facing such an icy cold season head-on. Sure, he had been in a few winters outside of Ravok's unnaturally mild climate, but it was the first one he had been in that was this spine-chillingly cold. At first he saw little to no benefit of this hated season, but when the first snow started to fall and ice started to settle, even Dmitri could see the magic of winter.

That was, until he glided over a patch of ice and nearly broke his ass. Oh how he he roared at the heavens, he swore he could feel the tiny peck of a tear in the corner of his eye freeze on his cheek. As he stood back up and rubbed his posteriure back into a state of non-agonozing pain, Dmitri could swear he recognized the silhouette walking upto him from the other side of the square. The light fog and distance made it still too hard to distinguish the woman completely though. And so did, al though he hated to admit it, the frozen teary eyed'ness.

It wasn't until the person had nearly walked up to his semi-bent position, much like a crippled old geezer, that he recognized the woman.

"Just my luck, first I fall on my buns of steel and then I am forced to endure the pleasure of meeting you again...How you been deerface?"

Trying his best to stand back up completely straightened, he finally managed to but not without looking ridiculously annoyed staring at the icy patch he was on with his wobbly feet, eyes running back and forth between his feet and the woman before him, Dmitri had no idea how to regain his composure until he finally cracked and started to shuffle his way out of the patch of ice and into the heavily snowed under square.

"Well?"

[Aliara Cantrell]

Stalking back from her job Aliara groaned softly and ran a hand through her sandy blonde hair, its waves tangling around her fingers, it always grew knotty when she had been running around. Wrapping her scarf around her neck she smiled as the smooth wool grazed over her skin. Hey clothes may all be boring but she enjoyed every single item of it. With a wide smile she stepped around a particular icy patch, and laughed, it was silly how one simple thing could change her mood so easily. When she had finished staring at the docks waiting for her father Aliara had been in a terrible mood, nothing could have gone her way but to feel the scarf around her neck made her think of her silken scarf that was hidden away in a bag under her bed.

Holding her hand out Aliara caught snowflakes on her palm watching they melt as they touched her skin, with such beauty came such destruction. This winter had been hard on Sunberth, on the people themselves. Brushing her hair back once again she moved out of the way of a small group of people, Aliara peered forward just in time to see someone go ass up on to the road. Chuckling away to herself she continued her path home that was until she noticed a particular trait of the idiot in the street, it was the skinny figure, hair face and annoying aura. There goes that good day. Bending down Aliara scooped up a handful of snow.

“PFFT! Buns of steel?! You’re fat get over yourself,”

Avoiding the slick patch of ice that Dmitri had fallen in, She sidestepped so that they were side by side and Aliara grasped the back of his shirt and before he could react dumped the contents of her hand down his back. Smiling Aliara bowed comically and tipped an imaginary hat.

“Goodluck Jerk!”

Smiling she turned on her heel and began to walk of. Aliara out of habit tightened her scarf once more, as her path continued she spaced and began to think of how winter effected the Symenestra’s did it get cold out there? did it even snow?

[Dmitri Saratov]

It wasn't until the snow touched the skin on his back that he knew what had just happened and, after he shivered and shook around like a hot potato had just run down his spine, he grumbled and turned on the spot. Still trembling from the icy cold touch of the snow, Dmitri wasn't about to let that prank go by unretalliated and quickly yanked hard on Aliara's scarf from behind and causing her to slip and fall on her own buns'o'steel. "Watch out! .... It's slippery here!!!!" He said mockingly with a big grin on his face as he prepared himself already for the inevitable retalliation from the would-be merc slash dancer slash deerface. Instead of waiting for the woman to get up and get in a brawl with Dmitri, who grudgingly had to admit he'd probably lose considering she was a mercenary and all, even if a loser one. He quickly created some distance between them and started scooping up snow and packing it tightly together to create the most evil weapon of all, a snowball! "W'nna start something, huh? Do ya?!" Without waiting for an answer he threw the snowball at Aliara's direction and put himself in a ready-to-throw-down pose! Even though it always started by disliking this woman, he also always found himself enjoying his shennanigans with her.