Let it go
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Thread Topic: Let it go
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Whyte grinned, and soon came to where she was at. He hid behind a tree, listening to her.
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She put her hands on her hips and looked around. "Hmph." She declaired loudly and decided to get bold and keep going. She went deeper and let her hands trail along the bark. It was a cold beauty.
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Whyte followed silently. He bit his lip, and flicked his wrist slightly.
The wind picked up, causing the snow to swirl into different shapes, from animals to people to buildings. -
Lilian watched all this with eyes like a child, filled with wonder. "Who's there?" She yelled loudly and stopped. She slowly walked into a circle. She had her arms crossed over her chest and looked fierce or at least tried.
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"No one." Whyte called, hiding carefully behind a tree.
The wind made the snow swirl in a spiral, then froze it solid, creating a spiral of ice. -
She squealed slightly but covered it. "Well your being just plain rude to a lady." She sniffed but shivered slightly.
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"Lady? You're just a girl." He answered. The spiral melted.
The wind whipped up again.
"So who're you, brave soul~?" -
"No one." She mocked his tone and let a playfully smile play on her lips. She looked around and tried to pin point the voice while holding her cloak close around herself.
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He sniffed, not used to others playing along with him. He soon smiled again, though. And whispered to the wind.
It blew flurries that took a silhouette of himself and appeared before Lillian.
He made the mouth of the silhouette move.
"You won't find me that way. You have to move." -
"I'll do whatever I want Mr. Snow." She said and started walking around. "Your like Jack Frost." She mused.
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"Who?" He called, then moved quickly, trying to remain silent.
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"Have you ever heard of the story?" She asked with a frown and looked behind a tree. Nothing. Sighing softly she leaned against the tree for a moment and looked around.
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"Story?" He called, pausing, curious now. "What story?"
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She couldn't help but smile. "So there's a story.. It's about how winter got started. It's told that a young man, he was quit handsome, he was playing on the ice one day and then it started to crack and.. He fell through."
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Unable to take it, he peered out from behind the trees, red eyes narrowed.
"And then?"
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