❄️——The snow sets a pretty scene. Soft and glittering from rays above, and a soft winter breeze kicks up and swirls what fallen flakes have yet to be packed down under foot of lodge guests. It’s tranquil, near meditative. It's the perfect recipe for testing how far one Raphael Kirsten can throw a snowball. Lofty trajectory, aim that’s unintentionally very accurate, and a loud voice from across the way to crack through it all in warning: “Whhhooaaa-ho-ho-hooo! Heads up, buddy—!!”
((Goodnight Elincia...))
Elincia walks through the winter wonderland, watching her classmates having fun in the snow. Laughter filled the air as students pelted each other with snowballs or dressed their snowmen. It was a beautiful little moment she’d like to etch into her heart forever.
Then, she hears his booming voice and turns around before she can even register who it belongs to.
SMACK!!
It happens all in an instant. Her vision fills with white at the same moment she hears a sickening crack. Pain burns bright and hot as molten steel and then her vision goes dark. Elincia drops to the floor like a ragdoll, limp and motionless.