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It actually hadn't been that long since Peyton had seen snow. Back, at the beginning of 2015, she and Roland had gone off somewhere cold, somewhere away from the island, because all Peyton had wanted to do at the time was forget how awful everything was. Funny, how awful things seemed to come in waves. Maybe, then, good things did as well. Maybe it was just a matter of letting in the good, rather than trying to keep it out.

Those had been the sorts of things that seemed to live in the small Sun's head more often than not. The circular thoughts that chased each other around when she didn't have anything to distract her from them.

Gloved hands buried in the pockets of her coat, the girl was listening to the crunch of the snow beneath her boots as she walked along the edge of the path leading from cafeteria to dorms. Despite having her own kitchen, she still occasionally made her way down, possibly just to keep tabs on familiar faces and new.

Honestly, she should have known. It had been a quiet afternoon, almost too quiet, and in fact, she'd begun to wonder where the trainee was hiding, since she hadn't seen much of him since that morning. Busy, she'd assumed, which had been fine, since it'd allowed her to get some work of her own done without him weighing heavily on her mind as a distraction. Something that seemed inevitable when he was free to message her throughout the day.

His absence meant rationality was able to creep back. Or rather, what she'd originally thought to be rationality, but was in reality her own insecurities and issues under the guise of reason. For the most part she did her best to simply ignore her own thoughts when they wandered in his direction, but that wasn't always easy.

The distraction was a good thing, really, though there would be no gracious acceptance of it from the tiny Sun as a large form came barreling loudly up behind her and threw themselves at her with enough force to send them both crashing into the snow. It would result in a startled, undignified shriek from Peyton as she reflexively wrapped her hands around the arm that had circled her waist, small frame curling inward until they had landed.

Breathing heavily, there was a small pause before she was turning her head enough to see the grinning young man that now held her against his chest. "Andy!" She didn't sound amused.

Yet.

He sounded entirely too nonchalant for as much trouble as he'd just landed himself in. Her brows arched at the question, lips twitching down in a small, annoyed pout as she contemplated a proper response. After a quiet moment, she'd go literal. "Cold." And for a second, perhaps, it'd seem as though she were relaxing against him--her hands loosened around his arm, falling down at her sides, and the tension in her legs loosened under booted feet were resting on his thighs.

But of course, he couldn't see the twin handful of snows she was scooping up at his sides, only the top of her head and shoulders.

"Not half as cold as you're going to be, though." It was said so casually, so utterly calm, that following white wash of snow being smashed into his face likely came as a bit of a shock. A dirty move, maybe, but two could play that game.

She took the opportunity to roll of him, bouncing up to her feet in the snow and retreating a few steps as he struggled to recover from the vicious white washing she'd just brought down upon him. An over satisfied, victorious grin coming to life on delicate features as he waled, lamenting the frozen state of his nose.

"Oh, it's there," she mused back cooly, even a little coldly. Teasing relentlessly after the unexpected tackle into the snow. "Surely you can see its still there. I mean I'm not sure how you'd miss it." There was, of course, absolutely nothing wrong with his nose, but the dainty Sun was not against playing dirty.

And he's earned it.

Bending, Peyton scooped up a handful of snow, loose packing it into a ball before tossing it at him so it'd explode on his chest. "So what's the meaning of this vicious attack on my person?"