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Jaime Elizabeth Davies (finder) wrote in silverage,

Jaime glanced behind herself at the voice, and she grinned a little as she pushed her hair back out of her eyes. Well, that was the plan, anyway, but her mitten was covered in snow and really all she wound up doing was streaking snow through her hair.

"Not as much as I'd be having with other people," she called back as she pulled off her mitten. Running her fingers through her hair, she pushed most of it behind her ears. "But none of my friends came down with me. Honestly, I think they were tired of me singing Christmas carols and just wanted me out of the house."

She looked around to see if she could figure out anything about him -- where he'd come from, if he was a native, how long he'd be here if he wasn't -- but she wasn't psychic. "Want to come play?" She challenged playfully as she leaned against the enormous base of her snowman.