I FIND IT KINDA FUNNY ☆ snowfall

[RHINESTONE.]

RHINESTONESTAR ❝ RHINE ❞ LEGATE
"TALKING" || "TELEPATHY"

For a blissful moment, Rhinestone had simply allowed himself to relax, short tail curled near his side as he watched Cherry work. However, he was broken from his lazy concentration by the sound of frigid layers being split apart, ice and snow cracking and crushing beneath the steps of a kit. Dark eyes sought out the source of the noise, eventually pausing when he saw the small form of Foamkit trotting forth. For a moment, the legate was able to see a similar sense of hesitation on the boy's face, obviously brought on by past experiences. Snow had not been kind to them in the past, bringing with it prey shortages, destruction, death, and sickness, particularly in Foam's case. Rhine wouldn't have blamed the other if he had just turned around and gone right back inside, refusing to meet a day that had greeted him with the flurry of white falling from the sky. Thankfully, it seemed as though Foamkit was willing to give snow another chance, as the child threw himself forward, snow and sand flying up in his wake and falling down upon Rhine's resting tail.

Snorting softly as he shook off the few flakes that had fallen on him, the tall feline got back up to his feet, following after Foam as he began to bound around camp. He cleared his throat to hopefully get the other's attention, pointing out as he gestured towards the sky, "You probably won't be able to feel it if a snowflake does fall on your tongue, except for maybe the cold. They're not exactly heavy... you'd probably just be better off taking a scoopful of the already fallen snow." A faint chuckle left Rhinestone, before he found himself pausing. Hastily, he made an addition to his statement, realizing Foam might not have realized he was joking, "Don't... don't actually do that, though. We don't want you picking anything up off the ground, and plus the taste isn't all that exciting. It just tastes like water... maybe at some point we could make snow cones. Those would taste much better." The legate then paused, one blue paw tapping against his chin thoughtfully. It wouldn't be too hard for them to make snow cones. Hell, there might even have been some machines for doing just that scattered on the boardwalk.

tags + roleplayed by stilly + the palm glades