The Headless Snowman
@vitasmp
The snow was not an unfamiliar sight, though she had not expected the island to be covered with it. However, between her work, she had found time to enjoy it, carving out a spot in the park where she had spent over an hour handcrafting the perfect snowman. It sized up to a small woman, with small sticks protruding from it's torso and a small face lazily creating with rocks. She had been proud of her work, but at the sudden thought, Yingyue found this the perfect time to practice, having coincidentally created herself a practice dummy.
So, unwrapping the rope from her waist, Yingyue practiced for a few moments, letting the flow of her body and rope warm her joints and muscles. Training was normal for her, something she did daily. It was one of the few means of discipline her brothers had channeled into her. So, while she had not needed to use her meteor hammer, it had never went without use for too long.
Yingyue, deciding to up the effort, reached in her pocket to one of her silk ribbons that she often traded with the rope, and she used it to blindfold herself. So trusting in her abilities, she knew she would be fine. And, she handled well. The rope spun around her frame, using her legs and arms to gain and lose momentum. As Yingyue moved her body, the meteor hammer followed as directed, and it send flying attacks toward the snowman. However, she had never wanted to destroy her beautiful work. Yingyue's goal was to be close yet never hit. For, she needed that control to be able to truly operate it as she needed.
It took all of her focus, and the silence around her had allowed that for her. However, the sound of an approaching figure caught her attention. With that, her concentration was gone.
The loss of focus stopped her from correctly gauging the distance between her and the snowman, and within seconds, Yingyue heard sound of the meteor crashing into the head of her snowman. A loud gasp fell from her lips, and the demigoddess recalled her weapon into her hands. She reached up, pulling the blindfold off her head. Turning to the man, Yingyue looked at him with widened eyes a slowly forming pout. However, there was nothing malicious behind her stare, just a disappointed woman with a destroyed snowman.
"Do you have a death wish?" She asked, looking over at him. "I could have hurt you."