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Curses, flattery. Micah covered her mouth with her hand to keep herself from speaking. Oh, but she couldn't. Sneaking around the wooded area she called her cover Micah made her way over to a pine tree with low branches.

"And surprised, evidently."

Micah pulled herself up on the frozen branch, hoisting her legs up and out of sight. Perhaps cornered, but only of Alexandre could climb. Micah reached up again and lifted herself up another level.

"You'll have to forgive me for changing tactics so abruptly. I just didn't have the patience to bring down your walls."

Like a monkey Micah crawled higher and higher into the tree, moving with the swirl of the branches until she could safely move to another bough of a nearby pine. That's why Micah liked pines. The boughs were always never far from each other, be it in one tree or when navigating several.

He hadn't looked up. Micah covered her hair with her hood, still standing out among the greenery, just less so with the muted red. The branches around her popped in the cold, so it was impossible for anyone to tell which one Micah was standing on. Her hands were already cut and sticky, but she didn't care. It was like a scene out of Pocahontas for her. She grabbed onto the trunk of the tree she stood in and balanced delicatley on a particularly snowy branch. Closer... closer... True, dumping snow on Alexandre would give away her position, but the look on his face would be priceless. Plus, an airborne snowball fight would be fun.

Not that Micah expected Alexandre to join her in the air.

No, he looked far too dignified for that.

Still, the idea did make her chuckle. Quietly, of course, and into her mittened hand. Elegant Alexandre, up in the trees wiht Micah, like some native warrior. Ah, Micah was a romantic. In reality, she had to admit, a airborne snowball fight would end in someone falling from a signifigant height and needing a trip to the doctors. And it would probably be Micah. That would be the end of all of her fun. Micah shivered at the idea and resolved to descend to the ground once her trap was sprung.

Still not looking up? Micah actually laughed out loud at this lack of awareness. A high, ringing laughter and shook her whole body. There was no point in containing herself any longer; her trap was ready to be sprung. She watched as Alexandre inched closer and closer, unwitting of her waiting in the trees.

"You should look up more often," Micah called from her perch, laughing through her words. She jostled the branch then, losening the pile of snow so delicatley balanced atop it. Another high, musical laugh as she did so, lighter powder remaining in a glistening cloud before gently falling back to earth to join it's heavier bretheren.

Micah didn't wait to see if any of the snow actually hit Alexandre. She descended the tree as fast as possible, catching and tears her coat. Micah didn't care. She was due for a new one anyway. she rather liked the look of Alexandre's peacoat... maybe she'd invest in one of her own. It might even stand up to her tree climbing.

Micah's feet hit ground and she swirled around her watched Alexandre, anxious to see what havok she had wrot.

Why is it that when Micah was around boys it always ended in them both wrestling? She just seemed to have that effect on them. Masculine enough for them to forget she was female and treat her like one of the guys. Not that she minded. With Alexij for a brother she was well versed in the art of full contact fighting. However, with a face full of snow, it was pretty hard for Micah to concentrate. She puffed and spat to try and remove the powder from her face as she was tackled, hitting the ground hard. The only thing that saved her back from injury was the soft snow padding her fall. It allowed her, also, to laugh instead of scream when she was tackled.

So much better than forts.

Micah rolled with her fall, shifting her weight to the side to try and pin Alexandre under her. The only problem was that the snow had turned her face numb with cold. And her fingers numb. And pretty much everything else numb, actually. Micah hadn't dressed for full contact in the snow, so feeling anything was hard. She shivered as she rolled, trying to coax the blood flow back to her arms and legs as she moved.

Micah was about to give a triumphant laugh at her victory, straddling Alexandre in the snow. About to. She was cut off when he rolled again, pinning her back on the ground. Alright, new tactic. Micah grunted as she willed her slowly disobeying limbs to work, gripping Alexandre by the shoulders and pushing him away. She'd never winn if they just kept rolling. They were both, clearly, too stubborn; Micah did not miss the victory in Alexandre's eyes when he pinned her. She had to get out from under Alexandre. As he straddled her again, Micah lifted one sopping leg, forcing it between his legs and up under him. Not enough to hurt him, Micah was above crotch shots.

And then her leg failed her. Micah cursed and leg it fall back against her chest, puffing and huffing.

"Okay, I can't feel my leg anymore," she grunted, lifting herself up on her elbows, hoping Alexandre respected her sudden handicap. "It's way too cold to be rolling around in the snow in just jeans."

Micah shook the snow out of her hair as Alexandre stood up. That sounded like a reasonable request. Not admitting defeat, but offering a truce until such a time as they were both prepared. Micah consulted her pride for a moment, regarding Alexandre's hand suspiciously. It's nto defeat... but it's not victory. Sometimes a retreat has to be considered. There is no honor in retreat. In the end Micah's cold-numbed body made the decision for her.

"Yeah, that sounds like a plan actually." Micah finally took the hand, pulling herself up on it. "By then we'll be ready in terms of clothing, right?" And I'll stay out fo trees. Micah would admit, that wasn't exactly fair. But Alexandre didn't need to know that. Maybe next time he'd be so preoccupied with the trees that he wouldn't notice her on the ground.

But, at that moment, what sounded better to Micah was a hot cup of cocoa and a warm fire. With Alexij reading next to her. Yes. Twin time, just like when they were younger. Micah grinned brightly at the thought, suddenly able to feel her legs would carry her as far as she needed. No more, but no less either.

Micah didn't wait to actually schedual a rematch. Her mind was too distracted by the prospect of cocoa. She waved to Alexandre as she turned again, brushing the snow from her clothing in a vain attempt to warm herself up. Yes, cocoa and a fire. Perfect.