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So, apparently skating was out of the picture when it came to the threesome. Isadora pouted a bit; she had really hoped that she would be able to skate with her friends, but perhaps she would have to wait until she had some time to herself. A shame, but it could not be helped. "Ahll right, then... No skahtin'."

After a moment of thought on the prospect of sledding, Isadora decided to herself that that would be the best choice. She didn't know how to ski or snowboard, having never been bothered to, so sledding was her only other option unless she just wanted to stand around in the cold. That was no fun. She chuckled. "I dohn't think I wouhld mind sohme slehddin'; if we found a slehd, tha' is."

Len, having fallin' into the snow a dozenth time trying to avoid snowballs, decided it would just be best to stick to the floor. She had been laying, looking up at the pristine blue know as the sky for some time, Hestia burning an ocean where she sat. The poor pup was covered and sizzling in melted water. It didn't help that her raise of temperature was making her sink inch by inch.

"I wish I were an ice specialist." she murmured with a sigh. "Really . . . "

Flushing brightly Acacia rolled her eyes and exhaled loudly, a misty cloud of steam exploding from her barely parted lips. “You are too much Tamie! I will admit Ampule looks great but I hardly look worthy of getting such a sweet compliment. You however look ravishingly gorgeous,” coyly bantered the light-haired medic. “But that is normal for you, wow, you really look great with your hair loose.”

Sticking her tongue out and catching it between her teeth the slender grunt reached forward and nimbly scooped the glasses from the other woman's face. “You know if I throw these in the snow, you might never find them again.” Giggling childishly Acacia turned on her heels and bolted with long even strides away from her female friend. She felt like being playful and she sure as gold knew that snagging the framed-eyeware from the younger woman would get her to give into a chase. Or at lease she hoped for as much.

Slightly stunned as she recieved a compliment in return, and definitely taken aback by the favourable comment on her hair, Tam' coloured up just slightly all over again, a hand reaching shyly to stroke fingers through it.
"Really? Um. Thanks, Ace. I just.. with the hat, it.. Wh- Hey!" She yelped as her glasses were suddenly plucked from in front of her. She narrowed her eyes and peered as the world got fuzzier, Acacia getting less defined the further away she got.
"Hey! No! Come back! I need those!" She called, her voice and smile getting a little nervous. A snowy environment, without her glasses, suddenly seemed a much more awkward place to be. Gradually she developed a half smirk/ half frown, as she concentrated on going after Acacia.
"Hey! Thief!" She shouted ineffectually as she chased.

Alexander wasn't too far away from the snowball fight now and leaned up against a tree to watch. Who ever Lennyka's opponint was, he was winning that was sure. He couldn't help but chuckle every time the woman was sent tumbling from the snow, not the snow flying at her but on the ground. He would admit to anyone it took a few minutes to adjust to walking in the snow but it wasn't too different then soft sand.

Conrad had caught up to his partner then barreled past and proceeded to almost run into Hestia. "EE! Vee ee eev! Eve!" he greeted cheerfully, not at all bothered by the snow all around him that was melted or melting from the Growlithes heat.

Running in snow is hard work. Running in blurry snow is more complex. Tambrey was trying to chase Acacia as best she could, but she had to take it carefully with the snow lacking detail even more than if she had been looking at it properly. The dark-haired Grunt found herself stumbling a few times.
Still, at least her myopia wasn't incredibly terrible; she could see Acacia ahead and most hazards. The blurr was usually more annoying than it was hazardous.
She slowed as she reached where the medic had fallen, smirking down as her left hand reached to take her glasses back.
"Thank you," Tam's voice was mirthfully tuneful as she replaced her eyewear to her face and then reached down to offer that same hand to help Acacia up "Did you have a pleasant excursion?" She knew it was a terrible joke, but still out it slipped.

Palu had taken to the air, after chasing Ampule, enjoying the scenery below, her scarf aiding to keep her somewhat warmer, though she flapped and performed some aerobatics to aid in staving off the cold. And perhaps also to show off a bit, especially to pokemon she knew.

Claire had gotten quite used to people with minimal social graces because of Luke, so the sudden interruption didn't even throw a bump in the track her train of thought was running on. She turned and offered the blond man a smile, cheeks rosy from the cold. "Hello Frost," she offered with a nod, quickly noting the ice-type beside him and her smile widened a bit as she addressed him as well, "and hello to you too, Skiron. Enjoying the snow?" More than likely he was - he was an ice-type, after all.

"Ah," she said, brows knitting as a gloved hand dove into one of the inner pockets of her coat. A round thing of some sort was hidden in her glove as she removed it, but a flash of light was more than enough to show it was a pokeball. The light slowly faded into the shape of a shivering Pikachu, who glared up at his trainer for even thinking of bringing him out into the cold. Her expression had softened at his appearance, but now it depressed again into a frown. A thought suddenly struck her, though, and she replaced the pokeball before removing her scarf, then knelt down to wrap it snugly around his middle and shoulders as many times (and as evenly) as possible, then tied it so it would stay. There, now he wouldn't freeze. Well... As an after-thought, she removed her hat and fit it snugly over his head, his ears almost totally disappearing under the fabric except the brown tips sticking out the back. There. Now he really wouldn't freeze. "I don't have any winter outfits for pokemon like other people seem to," she commented to the group at large, though she didn't exactly need to say it.

Zeus looked thoroughly disgruntled at being wrapped up in so much fabric, but it made him warm so he enjoyed it. Inwardly, of course - outwardly he was still glaring at the young woman. Green eyes blinked though as he realized Frost was there, and - oh, Skiron! He offered the Glaceon an awkward wave, inhibited by the scarf wrapped so snugly around him. A muffled greeting of "chuu" filtered through the fabric. Barely.

Frost, was it? Rather a fitting name for their current environment. "A'right, nice to meet you, Frost," Lucas said with an acknowledging nod. He returned his hand to his pocket. It seemed everyone had their pokemon about them, leaving the man feeling slightly guilty to keep his own in their pokeballs. But poor Merry was afraid of strangers, Fetch and Snow (ironic as the latter's name was) were fire-types and not particularly well-suited for the wintry landscape, and Liselle would probably be swallowed up by the snow if she set foot in it. Rather than torment them, he chose to be the odd man out and leave his pokemon at his hip.

"Oh right, I noticed the octagon," Lucas turned in its direction at its mention. "You got a pretty big snowball out of it too. Kind of like a snow crop circle." He grinned at the thought. They could create a whole mess of the shapes in the dead of night and watch people wonder how they got there the next morning. Except probably not; snowy nights were a bit lower on the priority list than cozy warm beds.

Claire, on finishing her work with Zeus, would find herself undergoing similar treatment as Lucas thoroughly wrapped her with his own scarf (which he also made a point of tying behind her so she couldn't easily remove it and give it back) and pulling his hat down over her ears. "And what'll you do if you freeze, huh?" It was a bit retroactive as far as a warning went, but it was at least an explanation.