Delirium nodded, the new curls in her hair bouncing with the motion. On a whim, she started to mold the nearby snow in her hands, but into rectangles and pyramids as opposed to spheres.
"You should be careful, someone might knock the stuffing out of your head. It's very hard to get back in. Feather by feather." The shapes started to vaguely resemble a little snow village, small (moving) snow people emerging from the huts once they were settled. She squealed when one of them waved up at her, waving back.