Snow was, in Lydia’s most humble opinion, quite a wonderous and fantastical thing! The newly promoted death intermediate trudged through it delightedly in sheepskin boots, giggling inwardly while feeling quite giddy, her steps crunching through the snow frosted grounds in the most satisfying way.
Inward giggles gave way to those that spilled out loud as she began to spin and dance with arms outstretched, kicking up swirls of white powder until she, quite suddenly, collapsed in a hysterical heap on the ground, blue curls sticking to chill reddened cheeks as she huffed with laughter, until stopping, her eyes having strayed to a slightly confusing trail of tracks that did not belong to herself, as they were in the wrong place to be so.
Rolling over, she scrambled clumsily back to her feet, and took hesitant steps towards what appeared to be a fairly freshly made trail.
“Heeelllooo?” She called, with a glance around, “Is there someone else out here?”
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