AN AGENT OF CHAOS ☆ ice skating gathering

[RHINESTONE.]

Well, they had certainly gotten quite the turnout, hadn't they? Granted, the majority of the people currently there were from the Glades only, but that was alright. Rhine was just as happy to see his groupmates having fun as he was seeing everyone else do the same. The serval had a playful smile on his muzzle as he heard Medusa, snorting before he muttered softly, "Well, hopefully if that ends up happening you'll come back again, considering that'd be a pretty embarrassing way to go." His tone was lighthearted and joking, dark black gaze moving off of the hybrid as Magnum approached. The other's words caused Rhinestone's smile to grow, nodding before he spoke, "Well said, Magnum. The Typhoon saw our worth – hopefully The Pitt will too." While he knew The Pitt didn't really have traditional alliances, it wouldn't hurt to have a beneficial alliance with the desert dwelling group, at least in the legate's opinion. Although, any and all thoughts of Palm Glades's political options went out the window as Magnum went barreling onto the ice, causing Rhinestonestar to burst out laughing, shaking his head.

The rest of the Glades members that went onto the ice weren't any more graceful, with Win probably being the best of them – until he crashed into Magnum, that is. Although, something told Rhine that the other didn't really mind, considering the way he stumbled over his words. The leader himself was about to go on the ice, only to hear a slightly familiar and small voice speak up nearby, causing him to look down and see Keona. He offered the Typhoon dealer a bright smile, even if he had been made aware of the fact that she couldn't see it. He then spoke warmly, short tail flicking behind him, "Hello there... Keona, right? It's nice to see that you've decided to come, so... thank you, I suppose." He then glanced over at the ice, muttering, "Ah, and... don't worry about skating, if you don't want to. You're perfectly free to just eaf some of the food and talk, if you'd rather." He had to imagine that Keona would have a more difficult time out on the ice, considering her vision. Not that he would fare much better, considering his own poor vision problems.

However, it seemed in poor taste to just watch everyone else out on the ice without doing any skating himself. So, after greeting Keona, the lanky serial made his way over to the slates, pulling them onto his paws before he awkwardly approached the ice. He already had a difficult time getting around thanks to his lengthy legs, but this was even worse. The first step out onto the frozen lake already sent him sprawling, the legate sliding forward until his chin connected with ice. He then let out a grunt of frustration, mumbling as he glanced upwards, "Well... I suppose it could've been worse." At least he was still on top of the ice, rather than falling through it.

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