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Snow…Angels? (15) : After a fresh snowfall, is there anything better than laying down in the snow and making your own mark? Snow angels are simple and easy. Except, for some reason, every time you try to make one it turns into some horrible monster. No matter how many you attempt, or how correctly you do it, by the time you get up there is only the silhouette of a horrifying creature lying where you just were. Sometimes it hardly even looks human.
Khaz glanced outside and grinned. He had gotten up late this morning, on account of being home on his own this morning. Their mother had gone with Yasmeen on a shopping errand, and their cousin, Keisha, was coming over later to study. He had the house to himself, which meant a fairly peaceful next few hours, and it had snowed the night before. Like, an actual decent amount of snow. Enough to try something he almost never got to do: make snow angels.
Throwing back the covers, he hurried to bundle up, slipping on a heavy pair of jeans, a heavy coat, scarf, gloves, and winter boots. Snow didn't always last long in Destiny City, and Keisha and Yasmeen would understand him having this bit of fun in the front yard on his own. His mother would probably understand him tracking snow back into the house, though, as long as he kept it to the foyer, it would be fine.
Scrambling outside, he exhaled heavily, reveling in the sight of his breath hanging heavy in the air before him. Slamming the door a little behind him, he hurried down the steps, making a beeline for where it would likely have drifted the deepest, off to the side of the house. Khaz grinned and flopped down, swinging his arms and legs with abandon through the snow, hearing the satisfying sound of crystals being slammed into new configurations, and feeling the ever-surprising coldness of snow inevitably sliding down the back of his shirt and up under his sleeves to freeze his insufficiently covered skin.
When he was done, he breathed out, watching the flurrying flakes drift lazily down through the air toward him. Getting up, he turned around, expecting to see the never-perfect snow angel he'd made.
Khaz frowned. That was...wrong.
It didn't look like a snow angel, not even the clumsy ones he usually made.
No.
This one looked like a monster. One with cat forelimbs, the hind end of something big and hooved, like a hippo, and the lower jaw of a crocodile. That wasn't possible. Even if they were getting ice crystals that bonded to each other funny, this wasn't possible.
Kicking snow over the strange thing he'd formed in the snow, he lay down to make a new one in the snow next to it, getting up, expecting a proper snow angel.
It still wasn't a snow angel. Quite frankly, it looked like a human with a canine head.
Khaz stared at it. After a moment, he carefully began kicking more snow into this one, and started heading for the steps. The definition of insanity was repeating the same actions, expecting a different result. Whatever was going on with the snow today, Khaz clearly could not expect to succeed in making a proper snow angel.
It was a few hours later when Keisha arrived, coming in with his mother and Yasmeen. As the others were taking off their winter clothing and bringing their purchases into the kitchen, Keisha tilted her head at Khaz. "Something wrong with the snow this morning?"
"The snow angels weren't coming out how I wanted them to," he muttered. "So, you said you needed help on chemistry homework?"
