This was definitely a strange time of year. Adults acting as though they were children, sculpting objects from snow...but he was learning to get into the swing of things. He was learning to become a lot more open with his way of life here. Too much was going on around him for him not to want to jump in and discover the things this place had to offer.
He'd just finished his snow angel and he lay there for a minute, spread eagle, while she stood up. The next thing he knew, he was being pelted with a snowball, and his face screwed up as he dusted bits of snow from his shirt when he sat up. "I could cheat and make a flurry fall on you," he said, smirking as he got up from the ground, careful not to mess up his own creation.