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

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[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.