[ SNOWBALL ] - the children of belobog have learned to have fun even during times of great peril. a stray snowball sinking into donnie's blonde mop is enough to start a war! you can join these soldiers in their battle, or stand in the middle of no man's land and call for a ceasefire, just be careful not to fall victim to their projectiles. (with elements of [ SNEAK ] too).
the truth is: while kallen's had to chide the younger children for scampering off and throwing snowballs at unsuspecting targets, their resilient glee is — potently infectious. besides, it hasn't only been children participating, or even embroiling others in the all-out, yet lighthearted war. still, around the children, kallen feels obligated to pretend such frivolity is outside of her concerns — if only to better perform her duties of ensuring their safety. so, when the children finally tire themselves out enough to meander back to their parents and kallen's extended shift comes to an end, she decides to spend a little more time wandering. she dips her hand lower to allow her fingers to trail through the fresh snow, to gradually collect a small clump — that forms into a perfect, compact ball without much thought. there's no one around by now, as the sun slips lower and lower, but just the mild thrill of making a snowball — and the increasingly-cutting chill against her face — encourage her to continue anyway. she carries it with her as she drifts rather aimlessly, before she remembers, almost belatedly, that civilians are not to sneak out into the outlying snow plains.
yet, there isn't a single silvermane guard in sight. huh ... is it coincidental timing, or something else? sudden cautious, clarified from her childish wish, kallen decides to investigate — somehow. and to stand in as the interim patrol, in case any well-intention'd but ill-advised soul decides to sneak out from here.
a little while later — she hears, faintly, movement. the soft sound of snow shifting against snow, underneath nearly-imperceptible footsteps. she isn't sure if she imagined it, at first, then it happens again. that same, light steps — almost hurried, but not like a wild animal's. then, a person? surely, they must've seen her before she heard them.
“who's there?” instinctively, she throws the snowball still in her hand straight toward where the sound's source must be. it's — not exactly what she created it for, but ... as she gets a better look at her target, the dim atmosphere of night making it difficult to see, kallen exhales a sigh of relief. “miss yelan ... what are you doing out here?”
Making her quiet return back to the safety of Belobog’s walls, Yelan’s feet crunch through the snow littered ground beneath her. A trip to the snow plains was all she took, though against all advice of the Silvermane Guards and upper leadership of Belobog.
She was allowed to break the rules ever so slightly, even if all her rule breaking debauchery merely resulted in staring at the glistening snow uninterrupted. The snow plains were gorgeous, and as a tourist Yelan wished to take in the sights.
And she knew how to keep safe distance from any monsters that might seek to attack her. Stealth was her forte.
However, now her eyes found themselves upon a head of all to familiar silver hair. That moment of calm respite within the snow melted, quickly as it had arrived. ‘Of all people to be guarding…really?’ She thought this to herself, before she continued to quietly trudge through the soft ground. Of course, the call out from that overly righteous voice revealed that Kallen was already well aware of Yelan’s presence, or at least someone’s presence. “Who’s there?”, followed by the unexpected assault of a snowball Yelan to stop in her tracks, now wearing an unamused expression as her assailant welcomes her.
“Happy to see you too, Kallen…” Yelan spoke, sardonically, more annoyed at the sudden snowball that she had to wipe the remnants of from her chest. “You’re helping the Silvermane Guards now? Shouldn’t they have taught you not to shoot first, ask questions later?”
Despite her annoyed tone, she felt weird. By all means, Yelan couldn’t help but feel exceedingly bothered by the self-righteous woman that stood before her. Someone so annoyingly stubborn and self-sacrificial pressed her buttons in the ways that bothered her deeply, and reminded her of that vigilant Yaksha of whom she once crossed paths. Yet even Yelan couldn’t help but feel a bit awkward, harboring a one sided annoyance towards another over the course of months.
Besides, it’s not like Kallen ever found out about Yelan’s dubious schemes back in Penacony anyway. Maybe the disdain would be mutual, were that to come out?
Not paying much mind to her question, Yelan walked past Kallen; though she hadn’t before punching the other in her shoulder. “Get something to eat with me. I’ll pay. I’m sure we have a lot to catch up on…”
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