
Winter 11 516AV
Today was bright, today was sunny, today was warm.
Everything Winter should not be.
Garland sighed as he sat down near the park, lazily watching passerby mill around, going about their days with nary a care in the world.
"This is all wrong..." Garland muttered to himself as a butterfly fluttered pass his head. "I should probably not panic..." As he said that, birds chirped above him on a branch of a tree.
He sighed, it was suppose to be his children's birthday, although it wasn't actually their birthday since he doesn't know when they were born, they did show up on his doorstep on the tenth of winter and he had been planning the day's activities since early fall, but he he was busy on the tenth sadly and had to move the date.
I use the word "plan" loosely, as the only thing he had actually written down on a piece of paper was.
"Build a shyke-ton of snowmen"
Garland was never one for plans, he just went along with whatever the world threw at him, but when he actually did plan for something and it all falls apart, he panics.
Mostly, Garland wouldn't panic wildly, he wouldn't go running around, yelling for some divine intervention, he would just some stress, thinking of someway to make his plan work.
This was important to him, he wanted to teach his twins how to make a snowman. He wanted to build a snowman, although it didn't have to be a snowman. He wanted his kids to experience snow, to have fun in the snow.
Last winter, it was too cold for babies to mess around outside, now that they're a year older, Garland wanted to let them play around in the frosty white blanket that the end of the year loves to cover the whole world in.
The twins couldn't care less about snow, they just wanted to have fun as all babies want. They wanted to have fun and get fed, and they had plenty of both.
Garland shot up from his seat. "Idea!" Garland rushed off to get his kids from his Patron that was babysitting them for him while he needlessly panicked for a few bells.
After he had gotten the twins, he rushed off to the orphanage. There was no way he could make snow short of trying to find Morwen or bribe a mage to coat the entire city in snow, he had neither the time or money, so instead he decided to make snowmen out of something else.
Sand was not an option, it was coarse and rough and got everywhere. Hopefully his plan didn't end up as a total petch up.
Today was bright, today was sunny, today was warm.
Everything Winter should not be.
Garland sighed as he sat down near the park, lazily watching passerby mill around, going about their days with nary a care in the world.
"This is all wrong..." Garland muttered to himself as a butterfly fluttered pass his head. "I should probably not panic..." As he said that, birds chirped above him on a branch of a tree.
He sighed, it was suppose to be his children's birthday, although it wasn't actually their birthday since he doesn't know when they were born, they did show up on his doorstep on the tenth of winter and he had been planning the day's activities since early fall, but he he was busy on the tenth sadly and had to move the date.
I use the word "plan" loosely, as the only thing he had actually written down on a piece of paper was.
"Build a shyke-ton of snowmen"
Garland was never one for plans, he just went along with whatever the world threw at him, but when he actually did plan for something and it all falls apart, he panics.
Mostly, Garland wouldn't panic wildly, he wouldn't go running around, yelling for some divine intervention, he would just some stress, thinking of someway to make his plan work.
This was important to him, he wanted to teach his twins how to make a snowman. He wanted to build a snowman, although it didn't have to be a snowman. He wanted his kids to experience snow, to have fun in the snow.
Last winter, it was too cold for babies to mess around outside, now that they're a year older, Garland wanted to let them play around in the frosty white blanket that the end of the year loves to cover the whole world in.
The twins couldn't care less about snow, they just wanted to have fun as all babies want. They wanted to have fun and get fed, and they had plenty of both.
Garland shot up from his seat. "Idea!" Garland rushed off to get his kids from his Patron that was babysitting them for him while he needlessly panicked for a few bells.
After he had gotten the twins, he rushed off to the orphanage. There was no way he could make snow short of trying to find Morwen or bribe a mage to coat the entire city in snow, he had neither the time or money, so instead he decided to make snowmen out of something else.
Sand was not an option, it was coarse and rough and got everywhere. Hopefully his plan didn't end up as a total petch up.