[Daedalus sputters, the snow bursting over his coat, flakes clinging to the wool. He laughs, warm-eyed, and contents to sprawl in the snow, gazing over at him.
His teeth shiver with every intake of breath, but he's a little bit taken by the way Franz looks here, picture-perfection, red on white with splashes of pale-lit cream and gold. The moment seems to hang...
And then he's pulling himself back upright onto his knees and dusting off the snow, trying a climb to his feet and promptly stumbling over himself when the white ground gives about five inches in.
He puffs a laugh at himself like a snort, and reaches for the overturned sled.] Another go like that, and we're lucky we don't break our necks!
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His teeth shiver with every intake of breath, but he's a little bit taken by the way Franz looks here, picture-perfection, red on white with splashes of pale-lit cream and gold. The moment seems to hang...
And then he's pulling himself back upright onto his knees and dusting off the snow, trying a climb to his feet and promptly stumbling over himself when the white ground gives about five inches in.
He puffs a laugh at himself like a snort, and reaches for the overturned sled.] Another go like that, and we're lucky we don't break our necks!