[Aylwen Dreamsong]

Rhys and Jisela rode next to each other, right behind a row of three women. Two were chatting about something or other, but niether of the siblings could hear their words. The snow whipped at their faces, and the flakes clung to anything it could. Rhys began to look as if he had aged twenty years, his dark head sprinkled with the icy substance. Jisela laughed at her brother when she saw him shake his head like a dog would to get the snow out of his head. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get the snow off his head and neck.

"What are you laughing at?" Rhys grumbled, and rode forward a bit. Jisela sent her horse to trot and caught up with him.

"Oh! Did I upset you, big brother? You aren't going to cry, are you?" Jisela taunted jokingly. Rhys, however, did not see her joke to be very funny. Without warning, Jisela was shoved from her saddle and onto the ground. She quickly stood up, snow covering her body, and picked up a handful of snow. She tossed it at her brother, and hit him in the face. Jisela picked up another snowball and aimed for Rhys, but accidentally hit the man named Almarien in the back of the head. Jisela stood, eyes wide, waiting for Almarien to turn and yell. He only wiped the snow off his neck with rigid motions, and turned to see who had thrown the ball of snow. Jisela quickly jumped onto her horse and rode up to Almarien.

"I'm sorry, Sir! I didn't mean to hit you! I was aiming for my brother!" Jisela spoke quickly, worried the man would be angry at her for throwing the icy snow at him.