✼ (Evela to Iveor)
Send me ✼ for my Muse’s reaction to yours dropping snow down their shirt
Iveor had been sharpening his sword, focused on the task. It wasn’t for anything terrible… he just figured since he had a bit of free time, he ought to do it. He heard footsteps, but hadn’t thought to see who had come— When he felt the sudden chill burn his skin he jumped and yelped— it was a surprise, to say the least. After squirming to get the snow out of his shirt, with no avail, it melted. His surprise melted into laughter. “ What was that for, lass?” He questioned after he managed to gain some kind of self control from the ordeal. He would remember this later— it would not go without consequence, he decided. he would have to return with something of his own when she wasn’t paying attention….
