[ It's winter, but it's not true winter. It had been summer only a moment ago, and now there's barely a leaf to be seen, and flakes of ice filter through branches that spider above them, barely providing a shelter. Gansey's v-neck sweater had been so warm that he'd been considering removing it. Now, his hands are in his pockets, there's a shiver building through his arm, and he's not entirely sure how any of this happened.
He had been lying down; now he's sitting up, looking around while the snow frosts the grove they'd been settled in. Cabeswater is never short of surprises. He turns to look at Blue, and finds himself distracted by the dusting of white decorating her hair. It settles on the tips of her spikes, and the temptation to brush them off is almost insurmountable. He keeps his hands pocketed. While they've never actually discussed it, brushing snow from her spikes is probably against the rules. ]
This is all very festive.
[ And chilly. Did he mention it was chilly? ]
That's what we get for being too warm. Do you want to go back?
3; also 7
He had been lying down; now he's sitting up, looking around while the snow frosts the grove they'd been settled in. Cabeswater is never short of surprises. He turns to look at Blue, and finds himself distracted by the dusting of white decorating her hair. It settles on the tips of her spikes, and the temptation to brush them off is almost insurmountable. He keeps his hands pocketed. While they've never actually discussed it, brushing snow from her spikes is probably against the rules. ]
This is all very festive.
[ And chilly. Did he mention it was chilly? ]
That's what we get for being too warm. Do you want to go back?