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Illyana Nicolievna Rasputina ([info]ex_darkchyld899) wrote in [info]mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-11-23 09:30:00

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Entry tags:aragorn, complete, day 24, illyana rasputin

Playing in the Snow
Who: Illyana and Aragorn
When: Day 24, Late Morning
What: Out enjoying the wonderfully cold, snowy weather!
Where: Outside, near the edge of the woods
Rating: PG-13, just to keep it safe
Status: Complete as it's gonna get



Illyana ran outside, the largest grin possible on her face. The resort had changed again days ago, and changed into something she actually approved, and yet she hadn't been outside to enjoy it yet. Today, she was determined to spend as much time as possible out in the snow. She'd dressed comfortably for the weather, for her - corduroy slacks, fur-lined boots, a turtleneck, coat, mittens, and a hat. She'd seen other people from her window dressed in ski suits and parkas and all kinds of things. Clearly, they weren't used to winter.

Once outside, she spent a good ten minutes running around through the snow, enjoying the feel of moving through it again. She ended up near the woods where she'd first arrived, and an idea came to her. She hadn't done it since she was about five, and she felt the overwhelming desire to do so again. She started rolling a giant ball of snow. It was slow going at first, but as it got larger, it actually became easier to do. When it was as tall as her waist, she stopped, regarding its placement near the woods critically. That would do. She then turned and started forming another ball. The snowman army would be reborn, even if she didn't have her big brother Piotr to help her build it.



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[info]ranger_aragorn
2008-11-25 08:07 pm UTC (link)
Aragorn watched the younger woman with a mild expression of amusement and curiosity. But she seemed content in playing in the snow and he also laughed softly at her statement. "I guess I could see why you would.'


When she offered him her hand, Aragorn didn't even flinch at the cold hand that shook his own. It didn't even phase him. "Aragorn." He said firmly leaving off the rest, which shocked him slightly. He had no idea what it meant to say it so loosely. "Do you care for some help?"

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[info]ex_darkchyld899
2008-11-30 09:55 am UTC (link)
Aragorn. Interesting name. Elminster the Mage had only had one name as well. Perhaps this man was some sort of mage as well? "It's nice to meet you, Aragorn," she said. "And yes, I'd love some help." Illyana turned back to the snowmen. "Back home, my brother Piotr used to help me with the snowmen. I'm not used to doing it myself."

She crouched down to begin gathering snow for another ball. "Does it snow like this where you're from?" she asked as she started rolling. "You don't seem that phased by the cold." That was something that surprised Illyana. Most people she'd met didn't like the cold. Blair had made that quite clear to her. "I spent part of my childhood in Siberia," she said, keeping the conversation casual, "so the cold is in my blood, you might say."

She rolled her ball of snow around until she had another one that reached her hips. It was heavy, but not so heavy that she couldn't push it where she needed it to go. Her cheeks were pink by now, both from the cold and from the effort she was expending. She wiped her forehead with the back of her sleeve as she pushed the giant ball over to the other three. "Piotr could do this without breaking a sweat," she muttered.

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