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She had never seen so much snow.

Sure, the meadows had its fair share of the white powder, but this mountain was something else! There was snow everywhere and all kinds of baubles for Aisling to find as her siblings battled away in the tournament. She had wilted when Uncle Shiloh asked her if she wanted to participate - the tenderheart wasn't even much of a rough houser with her siblings, let alone a complete stranger.

He had taken her refusal easily, reassuring her it was just fine with a small boop atop her head. While they wrestled and fought, she would find alternative entertainment for herself and any interested siblings.

As the battle cries and calls for spilt blood rang out behind her, Aisling puttered around with crafting small mounds of snow and discovering tiny, yet pretty, stones. Some glittered in the midday light from the thick layers of ice encasing them, and others had interesting patterns that differed from the typical and boring grey. She stayed within Fable's line of sight, confirmed by her glancing every so often and finding her mathair looking right at her.

Aisling knew better than to wander in such an unfamiliar place, but she would be lying if she said she didn't wish she could go uncover more treasures to add to her imminent snow animals she hoped to make.

The little pup bounced about, finding her interest in the grownups friendly fighting and bumping heads not the most interesting, for now she’d make her own fun away from everyone, the current idea of fun being finding deeper areas of snow and jumping in them. It was so pretty seeing all the dampened snow shimmer in the light once pushed up, it made her want to just grab it and keep it in a pile, and she most certainly would if she hadn’t already tried and realized every result of such led to nothing but a wet puddle.

The first time something like that had happened she definitely shed a few tears before trying again.. and again… and well.. again. She wasn’t the quickest to learn her lesson but once she did, she was forced to simply admire from really close up, taking mental pictures to forever keep for later.

After a few more snow cannonballs, she found her gaze falling amongst her sister, Aisling! In her opinion, Aisling was definitely the most dazzling of them all, she had a curious sparkling to her that made her want to collect her and put her in her pile of shiny’s too! She looked the most like mama, however no one could compare to her, and she would absolutely die on that hill.

Without hesitation she bounded towards her sister, tail springing from side to side and crown tilting to the side. “Hi Aisling!!” She greeted warmly, her visuals going over the mounds of snow around her, some had faces and others not so much. “Are you making something? Or are you-Ooooo..” She paused her sentence, cooeing at the small pile of the sparkling pebbles. “Prettyy” She hummed, her gaze shifting back to her sister, patiently awaiting an answer.

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Aisling's tail thumped cheerily against the snow-frosted ground as Illithya joined her, a beaming smile settled across her lips, pride stitched into every fiber of her being.

Aye! she chirped, motioning with one paw to her latest snow animal whose face was only half slumped to the ground. It was a pale and feeble replica of what the had been treated to back home by the fae, but it was one of her latest masterpieces.

I'm makin' snow animals, Aisling explained brightly. I found all kinds o' pretty stones, so all o' them are different - just like all th' wolves here.

There were wolves sporting every type of coat imaginable - some were rather understated with their grizzled or pale coats, but others had more complex and unique appearances. A few even lacked body parts, like ears and tails... Aisling hadn't seen anything like that before. It had inspired her to try and do much the same with her menagerie of snow critters. They were all vaguely the same shape, but some ears were small and others large or missing entirely, a few with misshapen muzzles and others less so. Their "tails" were sticks of varying lengths and compositions.

Do ye wanna help me? she asked, unable to keep the hopeful quality from entering her gaze.