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✉: Your muse hits mine with a snowball in order to start a snowball fight. —-It’s the first snow day the colony has had in the new world, and he was determined not to waste it by moping around. He crouched behind a snowdrift, beside a pile of newly formed snowballs, lying in wait for his unsuspecting victim. It’s awfully cold though, and he wishes he had thought to wear a thicker jacket (Did they have any? They probably would have to buy some later.) when he spots his target. She meandered along the path, taking in the beautiful landscape and the tranquil, peaceful morning. Well, peaceful no longer.He carefully grabbed a snowball, and just when she crossed in front of his snowdrift, he leaped in front of her, smashing the snowball into her face, darted away with a laugh. Chuckling as he heard her sputter indignantly, he called back playfully, “Catch me if you can!” He chances a look back once he judged that he’d escaped to a safe distance, and narrowly dodged a well aimed snow ball to the head. He wasn’t fast enough to escape the next ten though.