if she were to be honest? she’s had it up to here with the winter season and snow. yes, she loves it-- there’s nothing quite like a good snowball fight -- but that does not mean she isn’t tired of it. the sudden influx of this ‘diamond’ snow was the tipping point because now she is not only locked out of her place of work, but the place she calls home as well. all entrances to both were encased with the unbreakable stuff and to make matters worse, the temperature was dropping. she’s certainly dressed for the colder season but there is only so much a thick coat can protect its wearer from ( she really wishes she had that special mystic code da vinci made for her trek into Russia right about now. )
that and, well, the monsters roaming into the city also being covered in the stuff. but she’s not worrying about that until she has to.
“ Road, if you keep swinging your legs, I am going to trip.” her words are directed to the smaller form of the girl currently hanging off her shoulders, eyes glancing to the side before focusing back in front. her current company, one she ran into not long ago and one tagging along in her search of something to hide out in before the next snowfall hits.
@dreamair -- shine bright event s.c.