 ~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~
When they reached the pile of snow, Sabel gently set Arya down, being mindful of the interested kneazle. "Alrighty then. One Merlosty coming right up." Sounded like some strange form of ice cream. With that in mind and a grin on his face, he set about starting to roll the snow into a semi-ball.
__________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________
I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________
_______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy. |