PDARPG MISC: Crystal Wyrm - s'winterous wonderland - 293 words

8. Draw or write your characters doing summer activities in the winter-like setting of Lyra.

 

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"It's not that bad, now is it?"

 

Hiisi crossed her arms and hissed under her breath at the shifter. The bridge of her muzzle crinkled in vexed disappointment. How did he dare to claim such? Caspian rolled his eyes, and groaned.

"It's not even cold, come on."

"It might as well be," the Dinakian snapped back. "Snow doesn't form in warmth."

The eternal scoffed at her. "It's not snow - just watch." Caspian bent down and scooped up some of the so-called snow. Hiisi leaned away and seethed at the sight of him rolling up a tool of betrayal - a snowball.

 

The Athos lifted his hand with his newly made, rounded weapon - and it crumbled into powder instantly. "See?" He raised his brow, and a tinge of frustration attempted to shine through from the tone of his voice. "Snow doesn't do that."

"It's still white," Hiisi spit, turning away her upped body and sneering, "and I don't like it."

 

Caspian stared at the Dinakian, his face blank under his profuse blinking, and unimpressed confusion. A quiet snarl escaped through the gaps between his teeth, as he threw the Lyrian crystal dust away. He sighed, and turned back to Hiisi. "How about a game of volleyball, at least?"

The serpentine vixen's ginger gaze narrowed in suspicion. "Isn't that one of those human sports?"

Caspian shrugged nonchalantly. "Yeah - so?"

 

It was unclear if Hiisi was even able to see through her exaggerated squint, as she tilted her head away from the eternal. She then snorted, shook her head, and shed her unnecessary pride off her shoulders. "Fine - but the loser pays the next round."

"Deal," Caspian agreed, a smug smirk painting his face like with a brush.

 

Hiisi had never liked that look - it ushered trouble.