plight of sight - snowballs

[fulzanin]

that would weigh you down and keep from floating

Ever since discovering her icy abilities, Feza had come to realize that there were several different things she could do with them. She could manipulate water, yes, but it was way harder that shifting ice around. Exhaling hard created snow, ice, lots of it. It was cool, and that pun was entirely intentional. She finally could feel comfortable, creating a nice chill that reminded her of the good parts of home. She never missed home in all honesty spare the cold feeling that seeped through her fur. Having that return was wonderful.

Her small water dragon form was altered, too. It was no longer shades of blue, but rather now was a near pale white. There were tints of blue still, and jagged pieces of ice stuck off of her form in a spiky formation. She still had the gills, but they weren't all that useful. It felt colder, too. She could stand the cold more as well, which was incredibly pleasant. But her icy abilities came with far more ease in this body than her usual snow leopard form. She wasn't fully certain why. Perhaps it was because this form was new, and more malleable than her normal self? Feza wasn't certain. Such a thing didn't matter, for she was in the midst of crafting a new festivity. It was one that Feza had on her mind for a while, and she deemed it a delightful idea. Pulling water from the air was easier, and it didn't feel as taxing to sharply exhale and spit out an icy powder.

Feza made sure to keep her festive idea on the outskirts of the camp. Not in the center - which she thought was bogus - for she did not want to cause any unwatning passerby's to be hit in the head by an unsuspected item. "Okay, okay everyone! It's the season of giving and I decided there's, that I'll be hosting a little fun winter kick off event!" She cheered. Her voice was squeakier than her snow leopard form was. Yet now, with a more icy build, her small dragon's voice sounded as if the crunch of ice was also built right into her words. "Everyone that shows up is, they're gonna be, be split into two teams! Snowball fight competition! Whichever team wins gets a festive prize!" Her voice rose with delight, bouncing on her jagged talons. Feza had crafted two decently sized mounds of snow. The snow balls weren't prepared yet, but the icy dragon had more than supplied the soft powder to be used. Exhaustion hung in her scales, but the dragon was not about to be deterred. She wasn't sure how she'd be splitting the teams - some more of that bad at planning mental capacity showing through - but she was sure random selection would work perfectly fine. Feza almost blended in with the snow, spare the pale pink spikes she possessed. She rested on a raised mound of the powdery substance, grin wide and an evident glint of delight present on her face as she awaited for the arrival of the participants.

kicking, screaming, sinking ever slowly