plight of sight - snowballs

[fulzanin]

Being told that having to other as the referee would be wrong had the glacier dragon stuck. Her eyes squinted, tossing the idea back and forth. Why wasn't it a good idea? He didn't want to participate, so what was the problem? It confused her, and her little ears wriggled in confusion. After all, she had never explained how points were dictated in a snowball fight. It was debatable if the dragon had even thought about such - or having a referee - until she had heard how the other did not want to partake. "I mean, as long as they're numbers, they can't, they can't be that complex, right?" She questioned, her wings fluttering and stirring up loose bits snow. Feza had heard of people putting letters and numbers together. That, that was a type of complex that she did not think she would allow. Too many strange things grouped together befuddled her, and numbers with letters was a strong contender for the most confusing thing Feza tried to grasp. That, of course, belonged to 'why people don't like parties.'

Patiently waiting was not Feza's thing. She was hyper. She wanted things done fast and festively and funnily. Waiting for more participants made her twitchy indeed. Her little wings flapped harder and she lifted into the air, just to see if anyone else was going to attend. Was this going to be like last time? Was only one person going to partake in this festivity as well? It was fine, Feza told herself. She could find another use for all the piles of snow if it turned out that only one person was participating in the snowball fight. The icy dragon supposed she could always go on the opposing team, but that would be horrifically ironic and the glacier dragon did not fancy such at all. "Campfire," Feza's solution came swiftly. Campfires were festive. Campfires were warm, and there was s'mores involved. Feza plopped back on the ground, icy dust flinging from her scales when she gave herself a small shake. "Aurum, do you, do you just want the prize if no one else comes? I'm not gonna, I'm not about to make you be out here in th' cold if you got better things to, to do." She then asked, her icy blue gaze flicking over to the lion. Yes, the twinges of a tone of defeat were there, quieted from her normal tone. The small scaly creature did her best to present the ever pleasant smile on her face despite the beginning crushing feelings of defeat. It was fine. She would just have to try harder next time. Maybe it was the cold, which was something else Feza could not understand from her life being spent relishing the cold and burning in the heat due to her fluffy body. Her long tail rested stiff behind her, somewhat sinking into the snow below her.

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