WINTERFES. - @bigbangsmasher
❝Look out----!❞
Celica was perspective. Always had been, probably always will be. A out of control snowball had been sent flying, and it appeared to be flying right towards the other. The seemed to be an all out war with the snowballs, and Celica wouldn’t stand for someone innocent(?) to be caught up in the middle of it. The redheaded intended to take the snowball that was flying in the squirrel beastkin’s direction. Celica wondered what the other was doing here. Was the pointy-eared girl hoping to join the ongoing fight? Surely being this close wasn’t the way to do it!
Geez, the winter sports were not for the faint of heart, huh? Mae would love this, if she were here. Boey? Probably not so much.
❝Are you alright?! Are you hurt? Phew, that snowball could have hit you really hard! I’m glad I made it in time,❞ Celica pants, her breath hanging in the air. She was tired, she must have been out of shape. She hasn’t been leading troops into battle in a run, or really, she hasn’t been running much in general. Having to go from zero to a hundred was something she had not done in a while, not ever since the War Father was laid to rest. The Knights of Valentia were probably still fighting the remaining rouges on Valentian soil, but she, the queen-to-be, is not expected to charge out into a battle. In hind sight, maybe, there was no need for her to have intervened. Being struck by a snowball must not be like being struck with a sword or raging magic. Regardless...
She offers Makoto a shaky smile.
Hey, hasn’t Celica seen this person before? ❝Say, have I met you before somewhere? You seem... familiar.❞