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 Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 6:00 pm
Ophelia had been waiting for the snow to fall for a while now. She loved snow. It was just so much fun to play in, making forts, snowmen, sledding, and so much more. The only thing she didn't like was snow angels because they always turned out funny looking because of her own bat like wings and how much it reminded her that she was not a proper angel.
Today was the first day that she was really getting out to play in the snow and she was excited. Dmitri had expressed a desire to hibernate all winter so he wouldnt come out with her but he agreed to let her go to the park on her own after she cited that it was too nice a day to be cooped up inside.
At the park she decided that building a fort would be the best way to spend the day. She had something epic in mind that would last her all winter and vaugely resembled the castles from the fairy tales that she liked to read. What she ended up building was more like four shaky walls that came up to her shin. This castle was going to be slow going...
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 1:58 pm
Michael loved winter; though it might have appeared strange that he did, seeing as his wings were alight with flame. As long as no one threw a snowball directly at his wings, he was fine. "Come on Mom! Let's have a--" he hesitated as they walked onto the field. "Cool! Someone's already here!" He called back to his mother, looking over his shoulder.
Luna was pleased; Michael very rarely met people his own age. Social as he was, it was quite the pity she didn't have a sibling for her son. "Go on, Mickey. Go make a friend. No snowball fights, though." She looked slightly concerned. That certainly wouldn't be the proper way to make an impression.
Michael ignored her, and made his way over to Ophelia's fort. "Hey," he said. "What're you making?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2010 3:44 pm
As social as Ophelia was deep down she was still shy around new people so when Michael appeared and spoke to her she looked up and looked a little startled. There was a moment when she resembled something like deer in headlights, where she stood wide eyed just looking at him without saying anything. It passed though and she looked down at her feet and kicked a bit of snow. "A castle," she said quietly, "I'm trying to build a castle. It's going really slow though, I'm not doing a good job on my own."
She knew from experience that she needed to try to make friends and given that this boy was probably one of the only kids close to her age she had met in some time and it was that thought that gave her the courage to, very close to a whisper, add, "Do you wanna help?"
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