Jisela broke into a smile, and shook Almarien's extended hand. "Yes, I'm Jisela...and that imbecil over there is Rhys."
Jisela decided to take Almarien's advice, and carefully slid to the side of her saddle, extending her hand to grab a pile of snow. She formed the ball easily, and then held it in her left hand the way she thought Almarien had. "Like this?" She asked, holding the sphere up.
"Hmm. You're left-handed? Then, all you need to do is move these three fingers right here. There." Almarien corrected kindly, and Jisela grinned mischieviously towards Rhys, who was still dusting himself off. Jisela tossed the snowball, and it hit Rhys hard in the chest, just below his neck. Rhys fell backward off his horse, and Jisela had no way to tell whether it was because of surprise and shock, the power of her toss, or both.
"Wow. I didn't think it would work that well," Jisela spoke to Almarien, awed that such a little thing made of such soft snowflakes could knock a strong man like Rhys off his mount. Almarien chuckled.
"So, how old are your children?" Jisela asked the man, imagining Almarien chucking a snowball as she had just done at a little toddler.
"Lets see. Talormé is six, and Alanai is four. The twins are very young, but their names are Talômi and Talmérië." Almarien replied, and Jisela nodded.
"Such pretty names. And they're all so young!" Jisela commented, noting that Almarien must not be very old...probably a bit older than Rhys though. "They'll be fighting up a storm when they get a bit older though, I'll bet. Then they'll grow out of it and appreciate their siblings."
Jisela looked back at her brother, who got up out of a snow bank covered in white, like some sort of snow monster. He glared at Jisela, and leapt back onto his horse.
Rhys trotted up next to another man, whose name Rhys was unsure of. The man was silent, however, and did not acknowledge Rhys' approach.
"Hello, Sir. My name is Rhys...and you are?" Rhys extended a hand to the man who would soon identify himself as Krosan.
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...Come down now, they'll say. But everything looks perfect from far away - Come down now! But we'll stay.
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