LIKE I SHOULD ; snowball fight

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extreme temperatures didn’t phase the beast - it felt them in tat same abstract way one might feel a fly on their arm and simply be content to watch it skitter until it flew off - in essence, nothing of consequence.

But even he found it somewhat odd when spying Ghost entering the red temple and choosing to see what their resident map maker had chosen to do now - that he did feel rather momentarily surprised when a snowball spattered across the ribbed and warped skin of his neck.

Of course only one person he knew could be behind this currently - unless anyone else had neglected to tell Silent they and water manipulation abilities (which he’d like to know as they were inherently useful in a desert environment, for his armies to stay hydrated anyway)

That great eyeless head swing around to find Jack on his makeshift throne - something like indulgent amusement in the abomination’s stance,

Well, everyone got bored - and a snowball fight - if whimsical - at least was one way of training.

That and the others would probably be thankful for the reprieve from the summer heats - a content people was better for the coming trials in the late summers, for while this first term had mostly been training outside of idleness, a storm was on the horizon

And he would be leading it,

But for now, the creature leaned back on the tendrils writhing across his haunches, skeletal tail scraping the floor

”I see you’ve found your newest amusement” the silent one rumbled, somehow that eyeless gaze landing on Ghost covered in snow themself.