Two hours from cloud to earth

[stockingfeats]

snowfall

Snow... that curiously peaceful, curiously quiet, curiously magical winter weather. And here you are out in it.


scenarios

1. It's a winter wonderland, just where you want to be.
   
2. The best part about snow is getting inside and having some hot cocoa by a warm fire. Or something stronger, perhaps?
   
3. There's nothing like snowfall to inspire artwork--men, angels, snow goons... and it's just the right consistency to do what you like.
   
4. Or perhaps this means WAR. Incoming!
   
5. Actually, wait, no, you didn't mean to be out here in the snow, and this is kind of bad, or maybe it is very bad. This is why Mom always told you to bring thermals!
   
6. wildcard! it's snowing do anything.
   

Comments

[holdshisown]

[Perhaps it is only the fact that he is no more human than she is that feels familiar?]

There was not many mountains were I lived, but there was a very large hill where I built my fortress. Himring, or the ever-cold in the common tounge. It was always quite chilly there, as the name implies, and the winters were quite harsh... but I loved it for all that it was a hard place to live in.

[And he had not truly felt the cold anyways, the fire inside him always kept him warm.]

[naturaldisasster]

I keep forgetting you're a tropical fis--!!

[ That sure was a face-full of snow. Of course you know this means war.

Still laughing, she readies another missile. But rather than aim it at his face, she nails a branch directly overhead, sending a mini-avalanche down on the tall Rokea. ]

It's supposed t'be cold!

[darklingwoods]

[perhaps one of the few tangible benefits of fëanor being your dad]

[Myrrh tilts her head a little as she considers this. Was it a matter of necessity that he chose an inhospitable place to make his home? If it was a fortress, then probably it was.

But then she nods, understanding a little, if not fully. She does know that the people of Caer Pelyn have a great deal of affection for their inhospitable surroundings.]

I wonder why that is... that you can like a place more because it's hard to live in. [She holds her hand out, letting a snowflake fall on it.] They complain about the snow, but it comforts them at the same time.

[holdshisown]

[Yup, it's about the only benefit that doesn't come with a lot of drawbacks

He could have chosen safer lands if he'd wished to, but he was loath to leave the least defensible lands to one of his younger relatives. But he'd grown to love those lands with time, partly because he'd had to fight so hard to keep them for as long as he did.

That sort of struggle tends to breed an attatchment to the place you strive to hold.]

It's because you have to fight so hard for it. When you shed your blood, sweat and tears into the land you live on it becomes almost like a part of yourself. [He gives the girl a soft smile.] People are often contradictory creatures. The things they grumble at the most are often the same things they'd miss most of all should it suddenly be taken away.

[nopreyremains]

[Did anyone mention that Brightwaters like Mike are basically Ahroun? Yeah. This time he does in fact shove her into a snow bank.]

Ain't never gonna understand y'all likin' snow.

[He is smiling though.]

Jordan Curran | Fae OC

[redwolf1]

[There is a thick blanket of snow on the ground, and my that's a lot of fog all of a sudden. It's freezing everything caught in it, so good luck driving. There's the sounds of hooves and baying hounds in the distance...and a horn? Several people are heading this way, definitely.]

Nita Callahan | Young Wizards

[unfavorableinstigation]

[At a winter faire? Happening on a snowball fight? Just providing shelter until someone comes to pick them all up? Feel free to have at!]

Armarus| fallen angel

[fallenone]

[naturaldisasster]

I suppose I deserved that... [ Is she gonna sit there, for a second, like he didn't just pile-drive her through three feet of snow? Yes. In fact she even manages to make it look deliberate. Look at her, on her little throne of the powdery stuff. ]

First of all, it's pretty. Look around you, Fish-breath. It almost glitters when th'lighting is right. Th'air is fresher.

sorry for late! holidays n all

[darklingwoods]

...They are. I'm still learning to understand them. [The time she spent with Ephraim and Eirika's army was brief, and while she has learned more about people in those months than she may have in centuries, there is still much she has yet to understand.] I think they would be very sad if there was ever a winter that didn't have snow for them to shovel.

The villagers near my home have lived there for many of their lifetimes. They are very proud of the mountains. I think they are prouder because so few people live the way they do, so far from everyone else. Is... was Himring like that, too?

[Because he spoke of it it the past tense, didn't he? Maybe Himring no longer exists. Maybe it rose and fell, as so many places do, in a scant few hundred years.]

It's fine, I've been a bit busy myself!

[holdshisown]

I don't think I'll ever be able to fully understand them. [He says as he looks out upon the people going about their way in the snow. He likes humans, at least most of the time he does, but they often confuse him.] I think you might be right. Snow can be troublesome at times but it holds a peculiar sort of beauty you'll be hard pressed to find in anything else. And, at least in my own lands, it came with certain protections as well. Most armies won't try to invade or besiege you during winter...

...It was a bit like that. We lived in harsh and dangerous lands, closer to the enemy than most others, and we took pride in how we overcame those challanges to thrive in that land and how we often thwarted the enemy in them.

[Only ancient ruins remained of it now on a small island, for the very continent it had exsisted in had sunk beneath the waves during the War of Wrath.]

Trip | Pokemon | OTA

[serperiority]

[He wears three layers in spring and summer (some sort of purple undershirt, a black hoodie, and an orange suit jacket) and he’s from a port town vaguely Brooklyn-inspired. Trip’s not used to heavy snow and doesn’t take the cold well!]

Borra | Maleficent: Mistress of Evil

[agrokinesis]

[Voice-testing, be gentle!

He's no Tundra Dark Fae but he can still appreciate nature this time of year. Might be a bit prickly with any human beings who approach, assuming he's not perched in a tree somewhere lurking as it is.]

[agrokinesis]

[Being a Dark Fae, Borra was well used to this weather, though his connection with the plants around him was dimmed somewhat during the winter months when most of them lay dead or dormant. He cocked his head to the side as he heard the sounds of what was most certainly a hunt coming near.

He flexed his powerful wings and took off, landing up in the treetops where it would be harder to spot him. He paused there, silent, watching, and waiting to see who would draw near.]

Shamus Loves the Snow

[icfirewarriors]

Shamus, being from Icirrus City was used to the heavy snow. Picking up a snowball, he chucked it at the top of Trip's head.

"Ready for a day in the snow?" He chuckled.

[1/2; Trip hates the cold, BUT, he's competitive!!]

[serperiority]

"Oof!"

He wasn't expecting that! It's cold! He shivered, hair standing on end, and tried to shake it out of his hair, but he recognized the voice and smirked, rolling up one himself.

"Alright, that does it...!"

He'll toss one back, hoping to hit Shamus in the gut! He might not be very good at this, but he's got a mean throw!

[2/2]

[serperiority]

... he didn't really pack the snow, though, and it kind of crumbled on the way, most of the snow was lost before it even came close to Shamus!

"... how come mine didn't go as far?" he frowned a little, looking around.

Maybe the snow here wasn't as good?

Noctis Lucis Caelum | Final Fantasy XV

[illucesco]

[voicetesting!]

Sorry, work has been crazy

[redwolf1]

[There were a dozen individuals in all, most on horseback though a few loped along beside the horses, keeping up easily. There were just as many hounds, big black creatures At the head of the group was a short man with stark white hair. Antlers sprouted from his forehead, while his legs ended in white fur and cloven hooves. An owl rested on one of his leather gloves, while a wolf who had been sniffing around the clearing ran back to him, whining. He looked around, narrowing his eyes.]

We lost the trail, lads. Two of ye go scout around, see if ye can find any signs. Rest of ye, let's get the horses cooled down an' watered while we wait.

[The owl took off from his leather glove and landed near to their observer. It watched him silently with eyes that were far too intelligent for a mere bird.]

What a noob XD

[icfirewarriors]

As the snow broke apart as it approached him, Shamus simply allowed the dusting to breeze by him.

"Are you hoping I'd catch a cold Trip?" He jeered. "Look, I can't have a best friend incompetent at making snowballs. Here, let me show you."

Shamus walked over to Trip and ducked down to pick up some snow. "Harden it by pressing the snow together and give it an extra layer, that way it stays quite hard and makes it better to hit people with."

Shamus looked around and saw a nice target. He found the perfect one. He launched the snowball, hitting Cheren in the back of his head. When the normal-type brainiac turned around, Shamus gleefully pointed at Trip.

"He did it!"

[glad to amuse! ... so, I just found out if you Google "snowball fight" and click the snowball...]

[serperiority]

He folded his arms, glaring (okay, and pouting, he was definitely pouting) at the teasing, but when Shamus offered to teach him, he eagerly approached. He could always use new techniques, in battle or otherwise!

"So, that's the trick..."

But before he had a chance to try it, Shamus performed a demonstration... that ended, like so many things with Shamus, with him landing in hot water!

He shot Shamus a glare, but before he could protest, he decided to just roll another snowball, pack it tight, and fling it before Cheren could toss one back. At least, Cheren was mature enough not to get dragged into a fight, so he was only playfully tossing one back... unfortunately, Trip's snowball meant for Cheren hit another kid, who wound up tipping into someone else...

That's at least two annoyed people dragged into these shenanigans after Cheren's already taken his leave.

"Snowball fight!"

"Uh, got any other tips?" Trip asked in a low voice. "We don't have trenches or forts!"

No worries!

[agrokinesis]

[Borra observed those below him, head tilted a little to the right as he took in the sight. These were no humans, that much was certain. The main one there with the antlers looked like some kind of fae all things considered. His suspicions about what they were doing here began to lessen.

When the owl landed next to him, Borra stared back at the creature. He noticed the preternatural light in the creature's eyes.]

And what are you doing here? [His voice was low as he murmured to the bird.] On a Wild Hunt, are you?

[redwolf1]

Why don't ye come down an' find out?

[The antlered man stared up at Borra and the owl and gestured at the ground where the fae hunters were taking care of the horses...some of whom changed form to drink and cool down in a more human guise. A big bear of a man walked up beside him and stared up at their visitor in the tree, though from the way he narrowed his eyes and raised his head to sniff the air, it was debatable whether he saw Borra. Ruaidhrí turned to Eoghan, smiling.]

Let's take a break, we've been runnin' hard all night. Get the lads to start a fire an' roast some of the game we've caught. We'll break out the wine an' make it a proper meal. Doubt we'll find that bastard what got away, anyway. He was makin' the hounds proper nervous.

[agrokinesis]

[Borra hesitated for a moment before he launched himself off his perch, flying down and landing gracefully in front of the antlered man. He sized him up with a practiced eye that held a fierce look of pride to them.]

I have not seen you in these woods before.

[[That was such a cute thing they did.]]

[icfirewarriors]

Shamus looked around him to see kids throwing snowballs in every direction. With Trip's inquiry about where to go next, Shamus couldn't help but snarl, "Well, you should've thought of that before hitting Cheren with a snowball!"

He ducked from a snowball heading their way.

"No time to build a fort," the fire-enthusiast says as he forms a snowball. "In a time like this there's only one thing to do. Charge!" He charges towards fellow snowball fighters and chucks it at another kid from close range.