begins Xiomara's response to avalanche stories, before she looks over to discover puppy eyes and instead lets out of a burst of surprised laughter.
"Oh, put those away." Not that they wouldn't be effective, if they were necessary. Just: "It's already for you."
She binds it up into a ball and turns the mouth of the waterskin onto it, holding it there to thoroughly soak until water's seeping through to run down her forearm and splatter on the cart seat. In the meantime:
"Swimming in snow sounds, well. Cool. What do you do if you get stuck in it? Can you do anything? That's what I was afraid of the last time I was south in the winter. Sinking down into a snow bank so deep no one could even see me."
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begins Xiomara's response to avalanche stories, before she looks over to discover puppy eyes and instead lets out of a burst of surprised laughter.
"Oh, put those away." Not that they wouldn't be effective, if they were necessary. Just: "It's already for you."
She binds it up into a ball and turns the mouth of the waterskin onto it, holding it there to thoroughly soak until water's seeping through to run down her forearm and splatter on the cart seat. In the meantime:
"Swimming in snow sounds, well. Cool. What do you do if you get stuck in it? Can you do anything? That's what I was afraid of the last time I was south in the winter. Sinking down into a snow bank so deep no one could even see me."