“ Right, I remember that part of A Christmas Carol; he was a tight-fisted hand at the grindstone, Scrooge! A squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous, old sinner! ” Kael muses, the recital delivered with perhaps a little too much drama (and he’s not showing off, really, nor is he desperate to sound intellectual; he’s just got a very good memory) “ And, oh, how he just loved to judge weird-looking snowmen. ” A quick smile thrown her way and he’s striding over to the poor snowman whose pride he’d already made good work of hurting, offering the head of it a careful but firm pat or two. “ But I think it’s fine the way it is ”, says Kael, decisively, “ Its dumbness is gives it character. There’s no need to turn this into a contest. ” Yet he’s keeping a secret, hidden very carefully between a devious grin that shows off more teeth than he wouldn’t normally all too comfortable about --- Kael doesn’t even know how to make a snowman.
continued / @crownejewels
