[More enthusiastic snow kids might balk at the idea of only three times down the hill, or laugh at this pair of adults and their lack of weather endurance. It's almost criminal to come out for so short a playdate.
But for Daedalus, who's had almost nearly enough of this after two runs down, who's coat is caked with snow, and not so well lined for sprawling oneself out in the deep cold powder, and for whom the climb back up seems almost monumental, three seems...just enough to call it indulgence, then call it a snowday perfectly spent.]
Three times a charm?
[He laughs cheerily, his cheeks and nose pink with cold, and flakes clinging to his lashes. He sits up dizzy with joy, and leans on Franz to haul up onto his feet, still clumsy in his boots, worse as his toes are beginning to feel numb. He should have really worn a third layer of socks...
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But for Daedalus, who's had almost nearly enough of this after two runs down, who's coat is caked with snow, and not so well lined for sprawling oneself out in the deep cold powder, and for whom the climb back up seems almost monumental, three seems...just enough to call it indulgence, then call it a snowday perfectly spent.]
Three times a charm?
[He laughs cheerily, his cheeks and nose pink with cold, and flakes clinging to his lashes. He sits up dizzy with joy, and leans on Franz to haul up onto his feet, still clumsy in his boots, worse as his toes are beginning to feel numb. He should have really worn a third layer of socks...
Oh. One problem.] Where did our sled get to?