[Now isn't the best time to ask about Dante, but maybe another time, when the snow has melted and it's warm again, she may ask. He was showing that he cared, and that type of reaction was never given to her. No one really cared if she lived or died. It was...touching to have care that much.
And he was going to back down to her, insisting the keep the gloves. She won't argue with him, or push back. Instead there's a nod of her head, moving to take on of the blankets to drape over her shoulders and slowly slide into the rocking chair... odd, very odd, but she wasn't about to complain.]
Thank you.
[Wait a moment, a man made out of snow?]
..Why would you want to build a snowman? [Were they going to summon him or...was it just for fun?]
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And he was going to back down to her, insisting the keep the gloves. She won't argue with him, or push back. Instead there's a nod of her head, moving to take on of the blankets to drape over her shoulders and slowly slide into the rocking chair... odd, very odd, but she wasn't about to complain.]
Thank you.
[Wait a moment, a man made out of snow?]
..Why would you want to build a snowman? [Were they going to summon him or...was it just for fun?]