“Ahh!” Lexie shrieked as the cold, white ball hit her, although the noise held more joy and surprise than anything else. Normally, she avoided snowball fights. Displays of violence, even fake violence, had never really been Lexie’s thing. When she was younger she would (unsurprisingly) always insist on playing medic in her friends’ siblings’ games of war, but usually she’d end up being recruited to one side or the other, and she was almost always a liability. Alfie had coaxed her into snowball fights as soon as he was old enough, but even then she managed to be terrible at them, mostly as a result of her almost comically poor aim. Apparently her hand-eye coordination didn’t extend much beyond flute-playing.
Still, there could be only one response when Eisen’s snowball hit her, and she was quick to take it. “Eisen!” her eyes shone with laughter despite the chiding tone in her voice, and she knelt down to make her own balls of snow to lob at him. It missed, of course, and, of the course of the next several minutes, many of the other snowballs she made also missed, although her own coat became covered in snow rather quickly. Kneeling down once more, Lexie packed the soft snow together tightly, aimed carefully for his arm and...