Fourth Snowfall: [video/action]

[towerlocked]

[Snow is sitting outside, carefully weaving straw together to form a doll. It's something she's done so many times to pass the long hours. When she's finished she says a quiet prayer]

God, watch over us as we face whatever comes. Give me strength to endure the dark days. Guide me to my purpose. There must be some reason why I am here.

[she closes her eyes, not really noticing if anyone is watching her]

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[southernreaper]

[Mimsy blinks. YOU SAY WORDS! Her tail thumps on the ground a bit harder.]

Mimsy did ya get...

[Kevin stops, stuffing his hands into his pockets, seeing Mimsy with her head on someone's knee. Betrayed by his dog.]

Oh, beggin' ya pardon, Miss. I didn't mean fer m'dog to bother ya.

[DADDY! IT IS A PRETTY LADY! Mimsy doesn't move her head from Snow's knee.]

[towerlocked]

She is no bother to me, sir. I am enjoying her company. [she scratches behind Mimsy's ears lovingly]

[southernreaper]

[PUPPY CATATONIA IS GO. Ear scraaaaatches. Mimsy will never move now.]

Oh, ya ain't gotta call me, sir, Miss. M'name's Kevin.

[towerlocked]

I'm pleased to meet you, Kevin. You can call me Snow.

[southernreaper]

It's right nice t'meet ya, Miss Snow.

[He doesn't even ask if you're the same one from before, because he knows you aren't. And, he doesn't approach any closer, even though his puppy is leaning against her legs.]

Ya been here long?

[towerlocked]

Not very. And you, sir?

[southernreaper]

Oh, well over a year.

[Long enough to get a puppy, kill someone, die a couple of times. You know, the standard things.]

Ya settlin' in alrigh'?

[towerlocked]

[she continues to pet the dog] Yes. Everyone has been very helpful to me.

[southernreaper]

[Thump thump thump goes the tail. Snow will never get rid of Mimsy now. Ever.]

Well, that's nice o' 'em. Mimsy, stop botherin' the lady.

[PRETTY LADY PLAY BALL! Except, Mimsy doesn't move.]

[towerlocked]

[hm well she has a doll? That can work instead]

I think she wants to play. I just finished making this straw toy.

[southernreaper]

Her ball should be...

[BALL OMGOMGOMGOMG BALL! Mimsy roots around and finds the ball and drops it on Pretty Lady. HELLO! BALL!]

Um, right there.

[Awkward boy is awkward. His dog doesn't help.]

[towerlocked]

[chuckles softly and tosses the ball. It's nice to relax and play for a change]

[southernreaper]

[Mimsy goes tearing off after the ball. OMGOMGOMG BALL!

Kevin just leans against a tree. A leaf brushes his cheek and withers, but he notices only to brush the ashes from his cheek.]

She'll be ya friend fer life, now.

[towerlocked]

I'm always pleased to make new friends.

[southernreaper]

Well, I dunno 'bout how happy ya'd be after she drools on ya shoes, bu' she's an alrigh' dog.

[He's teasing. Mostly. He wouldn't trade Mimsy for the world.]

[towerlocked]

My shoes have seen worse than a dog's drool.

[southernreaper]

[Mimsy brings back the ball and drops it at Snow's feet. HELLO BALL.]

That seems t'be a common theme among Newcomers.

[towerlocked]

Is that so? Then all places are full of dangers.

[southernreaper]

Well, that's true o' jus' 'bout anywhere. Jus' a matter of what ya used t'.

[He shoves hair back out of his face.]

[towerlocked]

Yes, that's very true.

[southernreaper]

[Kevin pushes himself up, leaving a handprint on the tree. Oops.]

It was right nice t'meet ya. I should get home, though. Time t'cook dinner an' all. C'mon Mimsy.

[She looks at the ball and then at Snow. Ball?]

[towerlocked]

[she holds out the ball to Kevin] I think perhaps you should take this.

[southernreaper]

[Kevin reaches out for the ball and stops, pulling his hand back. He pulls out a glove and stuffs his hand into it, before taking the ball.]

Thanks. If'n ya need anythin' don't hesitate t'ask.

C'mon Mimsy.

[DADDY! YOU HAZ BALL!]

[towerlocked]

[she notices this and frowns thoughtfully. Strange...]

Thank you. I hope to see you both again.

[southernreaper]

Probably will. We're around the parks a lot.

[He tucks the ball into his pocket and pulls out Mimsy's leash. She sits and lets him put it on. She's a good girl.]

See ya later, Miss Snow. C'mon Mimsy. Home.