SWEATER WEATHER / snowball fight

[penelope.]

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— penelope "pen" luane | virtue of diligence | the blackguard —

The concept of snow, more importantly snow everywhere, brought massive grins to the pastel angel's face.  Since Penelope firmly believed in always making an effort to be doing something, she decided some fun was required in this new land.  As such, the child-like creature began experimenting with the fluffy white version of water.  Whenever too much soaked into her fur, her skin tingled with cold, but she was slowly piecing together how moldable snow could be.

First and foremost, she began creating a small trench, wondering if perhaps she could make a snow-castle.  A little frozen base of her own.  Inevitably, she rolled snow some together, a pair of carolina blue hues brightening with excitement.  Snowballs. 

Well.  Clearly, the next step here was to throw it at an unsuspecting victim.  It happened to be the one and only Kliment, but Penelope wouldn't back out now and had to slam her lips firmly shut not to burst into a fit of laughing when he spun around to face her.

While others might've flinched, the angel just grinned, "got you!" Enough said, she bolted, diving into her little trench, where it happened she'd made quite a few more snowballs.  Of course, Pen would not just relentlessly throw her entire collection at the Harbinger.  No, she wanted to give them a chance to join in on her game.

— WHAT'S UP DANGER? —