Ladon was never a snow person and winter had been the worst season ever created in his opinion. The biggest negative was that he was stuck indoors. A outdoorsy type, he liked being able to walk, wander, hike, move about, and just keep away from being at home. It explained why he wasn't game or computer savvy as most kids his age, but despite not being hyper, he grew restless very easily. It was a pent up energy that collected him in and just demanded he do something with himself. Moving was the best way he found to just keep his mind busy and at the end, he was usually too tired to think and could flop in bed feeling satisfied. Feeling that he DID something today. Productive.

The second thing was that it was cold. For a boy who barely weighed anything despite how often he ran, he sucked at retaining heat. Since he was a kid, winter always meant layers. Mittens, scarves, caps, and thick jackets. He dressed with all hopes of keeping out the cold and it always proved his intentions to keep warm were pointless. The chill breeze always found that one gap in his layers of protection, and it cut through, freezing him to the marrow.

He hated the cold. He hated winter. He hated being stuck inside.

So when he woke up to see the world covered in a thick blanket of snow and the fat snowflakes falling with no sign of letting up, he was anything but merry and joyful. His reflection in the mirror scowled, and while he could see children already running out, their laughs and cries of excitement floating in the quiet morning, he could only grumble.

"Stupid snow." He huffed, turning around and headed back to his bed. He felt like a waste of space when he was kept indoors. The house was quiet because his mother went to work, Just because Meadowview was closed due to weather, Crystal was a private school who did't have that excuse.

So he was alone, and with no friends, he had no one to call. He hadn't talked to Tate in ages. She was busy with being a big girl. An adult. A graduate. Paris was probably stuck in Hillworth, and he wasn't about to get the boy in more trouble by having him sneak out and brave the weather just because he was moping. What was he? Five? He could stay home alone just like he always did.

The idea of going outside didn't appeal to him. Sometimes he would go to the store just to have an excuse to get out, but there were plenty of groceries in the house and walking alone in the cold just made him sigh into his mattress.

Usually he would be getting up, taking a shower, dressed, and heading out to start his day, but he had no goals. Nothing to drive him out of his warm bed. Nothing, and for once, he acted like a teenager his age. He grabbed his quilt off his bed, Elliot too, and dragged that all down with him to the living room. There, he turned on the TV and flopped on the couch. Bored.

He wouldn’t be doing anything today aside from huffing, sighing, and complaining that he had nothing to do. Even after chores, he would feel like a waste after. That would barely take up a few hours, if that!

So instead, he curled up in his blankets, wondered what he would make for breakfast (UGH! He had to walk all the way to the kitchen at some point), and tried to think of happy thought - Like Global Warming.